It Started With Maggie
By: Pavel Nabokov
Started: January 28, 2009 – Completed: July 27, 2009
Keywords: Mg+, gg, Mfgb, MfFm, Mm, Mb, MF, Fg+, interr, rom, pedo, first, oral, light ws, enema, light B&D play
© Copyright 2009 by, Pavel Nabokov
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A Conversation with Maggie & Heather - 125
Chapter 1 – Dentists, Busses, and a little Bitch
Chapter 4 – Good Touch, Bad Touch
Chapter 6 – The Saturday Visit
Chapter 9 – A not so lazy afternoon
Chapter 10 – Saturday Adventures with Heather
Chapter 11 – Changing a Bullies ways
Chapter 13 Fixing Planes, Bikes, and Ice Crème Machines
Chapter 14 A Quiet and Noisy Evening
Chapter 16 Ice Crème Machines
Chapter 17 Way too many Confessions
Chapter 19 Die Maschine & the Grand Opening
Chapter 20 Background conversation and Goldie
Chapter 21 Heather’s Big Day
Chapter 22 A Life Altering Surprise
Chapter 24 Some Skeletons Revealed
Chapter 25 Maggie and Heather meet Shelly
Chapter 26 Busted… really Busted!
Chapter 28 One Guy, One Gal, and two Little Ladies
Chapter 29 The Long Afternoon
Chapter 33 Shelly & Hayden – Shiori & Me – Heather & Tanner
Chapter 1 – Dentists, Busses, and a little Bitch
Waiting at the bus stop was very new to me. I hadn’t ridden a bus in over ten years, but when your ride is in the shop - the body shop – because your thirteen year old brother decided to take it for a quick spin around the block; your choices are limited in getting anywhere.
So be it. I walked across the street from my dentist’s office to wait by the bus stop close to the Elementary and Middle School. My timing was bad as school had just been let out. While they had real school busses for the younger kids, the Middle School kids took public transportation. Thankfully, most of them had vanished. But there were still a few kids still mulling around.
Two of them approached the bus stop. One was a very angry girl on a bicycle, and apparently her friend who was trying to calm her down. I could hear some of the conversation, but as they approached the bus stop I got the jist of it. Apparently some boy was tormenting the girl on the bike because she was a tomboy. Then he turned into a bully picking a fight with her.
“I’m going to make him pay… that fuck. God Heather… this has been going on too long,” she said with her eyes wide and leaning in to her girlfriend aggressively like she really didn’t understand her anger.
Pealing back her jacket sleeve she showed the other girl a bruise on her arm that was really ugly and fairly large.
“Just don’t do it on school grounds – you’re in enough trouble around here. Why not just talk to the Principal and rat him out,” said Heather.
The other girl made a really horrid face at her friend and said, “No satisfaction in that – he’s going to feel real pain… hopefully for a long time. Remember what I did to Mark last year?”
“Yea, and I remember you being grounded all summer long too. It ain’t worth it.”
With a smile on her face she said, “It just might be. But I’ve got to get him down first, he’s kinda big, and I think I…. anyway, that bastard is mine.”
I was watching the show and they were fairly close to me. The girl on the bike certainly had a mouth on her. If she was a tomboy, she sure was a cute one. She was probably around eleven years old, but she was no doubt a fighter. She was wearing hip hugger jeans and a very short denim jacket that came not closer than four inches above her navel leaving her taught stomach bare. She was one of those people of mixed race that were truly unique and very attractive. I guessed a black and white combo. Her skin was a golden bronze and beautifully hued.
Heather on the other hand was all frilly little girl. She was white, about the same height smaller boned and adorable with baby blue eyes and naturally wavy medium burnished red hair.
“Hey,” Heather asked. “Didn’t you go to detention today?”
“Screw them, and no I didn’t. I didn’t have a clean blouse this morning and shit I wasn’t going to wear a damn dress. So my stomach showed – big deal. Fuck dress codes. That’s discrimination. Charlene Thomas always wears revealing tops, but nobody ever sends her to the Principal’s office. She’s such a suck-up it’s sickening. They mess with me and I’ll scream discrimination. The white girl gets away with it, while I can’t? No way.”
In the distance I saw the bus coming.
“You know it isn’t because you’re black – it’s because you’re a bitch. Not that I don’t love you, but face it, you can be one nasty messed up bitch. Try to get along with folks girl! Oh… here’s your bus – call me tonight after you’ve calmed down.”
When I stood up, they both saw me for the first time. The one on the bike glared at me like I was eavesdropping. Heather blushed. I started heading for the bus as she rode her bike to the front of the bus to put it on the bike rack. I noticed that the only slot left for the bike had a bent rod where the wheel is supposed to go. She wasn’t too tall and she was having a lot of trouble getting in the rack, even thought the bus driver lowered the front of the bus.
She left it half in and half out of the rack and walked to the door. Looking at the bus driver she said, “Harry… the rack is bent, get your fat butt out of the seat and give me a hand.”
Harry shook his head and said, “Screw you Maggie – can’t you ever try to be nice?”
I walked to the front of the bus and pushed it in the slot – closed the lock and got on the bus. As I paid the driver, he quietly said, “Thanks buddy – but she might come after you for helping her. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Maggie was close behind as I started to walk to an empty seat. She scowled at Harry, paid her fare and followed me. As I sat down, she looked at me and said, “Hey… keep your hands off my bike. I don’t need your help… got it?”
By this time, with my ride in the shop, and the Novocain starting to wearing off my tooth, I wasn’t feeling real good, and after her little tirade I’d about had it. Forgetting that she was really a little girl I forcefully said, “Ahh shut the hell up and sit down.”
Apparently many of the riders knew Maggie, and for my comment I got some applause and a big smile from Harry. She was surprised at my statement but sat almost across from me as the bus headed off.
Fifteen minutes later we stopped at the bus depot where I had to change to another bus to get close to my house. I went out the rear door and took a seat on a bench waiting for my bus. She went out the front door and opened the latch to get her bike out of the rack as Harry closed up the bus and started walking to get a snack at the convenience store. She pulled on the bike to get it out of the rack but it was stuck. I was smiling some because I knew what was coming as I was the only person currently waiting for another bus.
I heard her mumble, “Shit, shit, shit,” as he yanked it will all of her strength to no avail. She tried to pull the bent bar back – again without success.
A loud, “Fuck,” emanated from her pretty bronze lips. She stopped and turned her head to look at me and said, “Okay Mister… you can touch my bike this time – come on, give me a hand, okay?”
I ignored her.
She mumbled something under her breath.
“Oh come on Mister, don’t be a jerk will ya?”
I looked at her and said, “No way Cruella. Maybe Harry will you help when he comes back.”
She stomped her feet and looked so frustrated that the look she gave me I hoped would not shatter her pretty face into a million pieces.
“You….” she said, gritting her teeth so tightly I couldn’t understand the rest of her rant; as Harry came walking around the bus.
Carrying a large pastry and a coffee he looked at Maggie and said, “Shit kid, that bike is really stuck in there, ain’t it?”
Struggling for composure, she looked up to Harry , rather nicely I might add, and said, “Can you get it off the rack Harry?”
“Yep… I sure could,” he said as he opened the bus, stepped up and sat in the driver’s seat.
Looking at him through the front windshield she lost it and actually started crying a little. “Come on Harry… please help me?”
Considering his decision he looked at his watch, sat his food down and said, “Maggie… that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say please. Fair enough.”
So Harry got off the bus and popped the bike off the rack, handed it to her and said, “I don’t know what your problem is Maggie, but you got to come to terms with it. I swear you make nice people want to do bad things to you cause you’re so nasty all the time. A little kindness goes a long way. Think about it.”
Harry got back in the bus looked at his watch again, closed the doors, released the brake and headed out leaving me and Cruella alone.
She sat down on the other end of the bench holding her bike as she used her jacket sleeve to wipe her eyes. She looked at me after a minute or so like she was going to say something but didn’t. That’s when the 44 bus pulled up.
Passengers left the bus and I hopped on and found a seat as Maggie got her bike in the rack. She was fiddling with her pockets as she stood by the driver. I heard her say, “I got the damn money somewhere… give me a minute.”
Shortly after, with passengers backing up, the driver asked her to leave the bus. Now, even from where I was seated, I could tell she really started crying along with being really mad. She slinked by the other passengers and got off the bus and headed towards her bike.
As the last passenger paid their fare I walked to the driver and said, “This is for her fare.” Then looking out the window I said, “Maggie… it’s okay, leave the bike on the rack and get in the bus.”
I just turned around and walked back to my seat. Sniffling some, she got back on the bus and sat up front. At least this time she didn’t rag on me. In my opinion that was progress.
It’s no wonder people hated busses. In what would have taken maybe twelve minutes to drive to my stop, the bus took over thirty, and it stank to high heaven. As the bus stopped, I exited the rear door and I watched as Maggie slid out the front. As she stood in front of the bus she looked through the window at the driver and said, “Today!”
When he looked at her he finally got it but by that time Maggie was pissed again and said, “Lower the fucking bus PLEASE!”
A little grin showed at the ends of driver’s lips and ever so slowly he released the air line to lower the front of the bus.”
After retrieving the bike she walked by the still open doors and said, “Ass hole,” and started heading my way.
Chapter 2 – Supper
There was an excellent combination deli, bakery just up the street on the corner and I was going to get some take-out. As I was walking she whizzed by me on her bike saying not a word. Even from behind she was a very pretty little girl. Those jeans of hers really accented her small tight butt and rather long legs.
I turned the corner to see her bike lying against the front window of the deli. I walked in as someone was yelling.
“What’cha doing wearing that to school – you look like a little tramp – get you’re butt in the back and start cleaning,” a boy of about seventeen said. As she passed him behind the counter he smacked her pretty hard on the back of her head.
She turned having a fierce look in her eye and despite the customers waiting for service she walked back to him without saying a word and lifted her right knee fast catching the boy squarely in the balls very hard. As he bent over she scooted past him, ran out the door, grabbed her bike and headed off.
One black lady looked at the boy and said, “Someday, she’s really going to mess you up Charles if you keep bein’ mean to her like that. She looked nice too – now get me my pastrami. Rub your nuts later.”
There was laughter from other patrons, and the two other counter people when she said that, and the boy – looking strangely like an older male version of Maggie started to recover, but the pain was still visible.
When my turn came, I ordered some Kishka and gravy, corn chowder soup, a quart of vinegar based slaw, three home made dills, and a wafer thin corned beef sandwich on Jewish rye. Yea, I know it sounds kind of strange but I understood that one of the co-owners was Jewish and the other wasn’t – so a separate display with all of the kosher products were isolated from the regular stuff. The bakery was excellent with many breads and pastries, and the Bagels were to die for. Cleverly, in the deli, the two meat cases were side by side, so some Jewish patrons could ask for a pound of this or that while pointing into the non kosher side. Names of the products were never used unless it was in the kosher case. It was always – the one in the front or the middle of the second shelf – or some code like that. The signs were clearly visible, but that didn’t matter. Guilty pleasures come via many means. I had mine too.
As he handed me my stuff I said, “So, who was that girl anyway?”
“Ah she’s my only sister the little bitch. She gets into more trouble than anyone I know. I ain’t seen her smile in months. Never could stand her. She was an accident and after mom died she turned bad.”
“Oh,” was all I could think of to say.
One of the other counter girls passed behind Charles and said, “I’d be worse than her with three other brothers like you, and your dad. Poor kid doesn’t stand a chance. You make her life miserable.”
Charles looked at her with the same look I’d seen from Maggie and said, “If you don’t want me to fire your ass get back to work.”
As she walked behind him nonchalantly she looked at me and said, “See what I mean?”
I took my bag and headed over to the bakery side, bought more stuff – too much really – and headed home.
Turning on my street I was almost to my bungalow when I looked to the curb and saw Maggie sitting between two parked cars crying her eyes out. The bike was laying half-way into the street.
“Bad day huh?” I said.
I startled her and she jumped, then said, “Why you following me anyway – you some kind of perv?”
“Actually a mass murderer, with terrorist tendencies, and I’ve got four blocks of C4 wrapped around my waist. God told me to take you out. Shit kid, I live here.”
I could see the tear stains on her cheeks, but after my remark I actually saw her smile and giggle a little. That was one beautiful smile.
“Oh,” she said.
“So why are you sitting here crying anyways?”
She stood up put her hands on her hips and ranted, “Some scum-bag broke a bottle on the street and now my front tire is flat…. And I ain’t crying.”
I looked up to the sky, put my palms face up and moved back and forth a little and said, “Damn… I didn’t notice it was raining so hard. Sorry for the false accusation.”
This time I got a real but nonetheless small giggle and a better smile as she wiped her eyes again with her sleeve.
She said, “Okay, for a perv you ain’t half bad.”
I sat the shopping bag down holding on to the bakery goods, walked to the bike, pulled it up, looked at her and said, “Maggie, get the shopping bag and follow me – I can fix that flat pretty quick.”
She looked at me very suspiciously and said, “I ain’t goin in your house – you think I’m nuts?”
“Yea you are nuts, but I’m headed to the garage – don’t worry I’ll open all the doors. You coming or what?”
She thought for a moment and then picked up the bag handles and followed me down the narrow gangway way to the garage. I opened it, flicked on a light and hit the button for the garage door that started to open. She stayed outside the side door until the lights came on and the overhead door was open. Then she walked in her eyes scanning the place over with her mouth open.
Taking the bags from her, I sat the bakery goods on a bench and put her bike on a bicycle repair stand, grabbed a wrench and started to take the wheel off as she said, “Damn, you got some serious shit in here.”
And I did. There were two motorcycles, three ATV’s and six bicycles hanging from the ceiling, from racers to mountain bikes; one old classic Schwinn and one tandem. On the wall close to the side door were my tools and benches. I loved working on stuff that moved, and riding it as well.
“So where’s the car…” She said eyeing the large area of open floor in the middle, “and what the hell is that over in the corner?”
“That’s an aircraft engine I’ve been restoring, and the car is in the body shop because my brother had an accident and messed it up.”
“Where’s the plane?”
“Where do you think it is, it’s on the top of the garage,” I said facetiously.
She walked out of the side door and looked up. That’s when I giggled.
“Ass hole,” she said, but did it with a smile. “So where is it… really.”
“At the airport in a hangar where it belongs.”
By this time I had the tire and tube removed, found the leak, patched it, tested it in a small trough of water I kept there just for this task and was putting the tire back on the wheel.
She walked over to the ATV’s and sat down on one of them and started playing with the handle bars.
“Next time ask permission before you do that. Sometimes I’m working on stuff and the parts are loose. I don’t want you getting hurt – got it?”
“Yea… sorry. You may not want me hurt but remember god told you to off-me.”
“Right… forgot about that. But I’m hungry and my dinner is getting cold. Maybe later” I took the bike off the stand, bounced it on the floor and said, “Here’s your bike… It’s fixed, but it isn’t set up correctly for you. The seat is too low, the handle bars are off… lots of things need tweaking. Bring it by on the weekend and I set it up right. It won’t take long, maybe twenty minutes… now can I get my supper?”
I put my tools and patch kit away, cleaned off the bench, picked up the bakery bag and the deli shopping bag, and hit the button to close the big door.
She walked the bike out of the garage and started heading down the walkway. After I locked up, I followed her. She put the bike against the brick wall by the back stairs, actually blushed and said, “Thanks for fixin the flat. I’m hungry, you mind if we share?”
“We share? You mean you want to eat my dinner… right?”
“Look, I go back to the deli and Charles is going get really mean. I got my lunch money stolen, and didn’t have breakfast, cause Martel ate the rest of the cereal, Billy killed the milk, and dad wouldn’t let me have any coffee.”
“Well… maybe. But the bomb making stuff might scare you, and the dungeon is even worse – that’s where I torture little kids. But maybe you’re brave enough, or better yet might actually enjoy that. Want some candy little girl?” I smirked at her hoping to scare her off.
She did back off a little and looked rather frightened, then got a grip and all hard looking and said, “You are a perv, but food first, then torture, then you can blow me up. Can’t piss off god now can ya?”
I looked up to the sky again and said, “Another little one to play with – thanks buddy.”
That frightened look came back double what it had been before. Then I looked at her and said, “Okay Maggie, let’s eat… but who?”
I started walking up the stairs and didn’t hear her follow. She mumbled something to herself and then said, “Got to see this place. I’ve known pervs before, but not sicko pervs… could be interesting.” That’s when I heard her start climbing the stairs.
Brave kid, I thought. Stupid she was not, but not too careful either.
I opened the screen door to the porch and then unlocked the very solid and untypical porch door and walked through with her close behind.
“Sheeeit… you got more stuff in here. It’s like… what does my uncle call his place… oh yea… it’s a machine shop, only smaller… right?”
“Right… this is where I make the torture devices,” I said sarcastically as I snickered and looked at her like I was some kind of mad man, and headed to the back door of the bungalow and opened it. As always in a bungalow, that door opened to the kitchen. I walked in and sat the bags on the counter.
Before entering she looked inside awhile then came in. “It looks old, and all new at the same time. What gives?”
“It is all new, but designed based on the way bungalow’s looked back in the day. Some things are different and better, but the stove is really old, and it works amazingly well. I remodeled the whole place before I moved in a few months ago.
As I was unpacking the bags, Maggie looked around. She found my office adjacent to the kitchen and then headed down the hallway. By the time she returned I had everything put away and was putting some of the food into the microwave.
As I turned to look at her she had her arms crossed in front of her and she was sort of glaring at me when she said, “You’re a liar… where’s the torture chamber sicko?”
“Exactly where it should be; in the basement. Don’t worry little girl, you’ll see it later.”
She looked frightened again, but sat down at the kitchen table.
“Get some knives and forks out of that drawer.” I pointed in the general direction. Juice, sodas and milk are in the fridge – take what you want, get me a coke… in a glass with ice please. Glasses are next to the frig. I hope you like Corned beef on rye?”
“Did you get any head cheese?”
“Nope, not particularly fond of it. But I did get some kishka and gravy – you like that?”
“Hell yes… them Jews know how to make good food. Mr. Horowitz makes great stuff. He’s my daddy’s partner.”
I dumped the slaw into a big bowl – that was sure to go tonight along with the pickles, and I put the meal on the table.
She actually waited until I was seated, then said, “So what can I eat?”
“Whatever you want, but no more than half of it. I’m really hungry.”
When I took that first huge mouthful of crunchy slaw I bit down too hard and the pain went through me like a knife. The dentist had put in a temp tooth after grinding half of my tooth off for a crown. I yelled something fierce and probably said some really bad words too.
Maggie locked up and just looked at me a bit concerned. Just as I started to return to normal she said, “Bite your cheek… your tongue?”
“A temp tooth waiting for a crown. I think I just cracked the temp. My dentist is across from the school.”
“Ouch,” she said. “You goin to be able to eat?”
“Yep, I’ll just chew on the other side of my mouth is all,” I said still wincing in pain a little.
“Couldn’t figure why you were at that bus stop… now I know. That takes a load off.”
“What do you mean,” I said forgetting to be a bastard to her.
“Never mind… you have a girl friend?”
“Sort of, she may be over later,” I said.
“What does sort of mean anyway?”
“Exactly that. We just met awhile back, and I’m having trouble trusting women again. I divorced my wife about eighteen months ago.”
“Why?” She asked, and then continued with. “But you mean she tossed your dumb ass out on street – so she really divorced you, right?”
“Nope. I just left cause she wouldn’t. She even contested the divorce.”
“Kids?” she asked.
“Luckily no… but what about you… why are you so mean at your age? How old are you anyway?”
“Just turned eleven a month ago. Look, you got to be mean just to survive. I got two nasty brothers, and a half nasty one too and a daddy that wanted another boy – even if I was a mistake. Try as I will, I ain’t got the equipment to be a boy and that pisses him off. That and he blame’s me for killing mom.”
I stopped biting into the sandwich and said, “How old were you when she died?”
“About three.”
“How could you be responsible for killing your mom? That sounds impossible.”
“I was sitting in my high chair – daddy was in the kitchen too. I always liked to watch the stuff… the food… my mom put on the tray to fall and splatter all over the floor. It was cool. Besides she fed me too much anyway, and lots of times I wasn’t hungry. So one night at dinner as mom was walking across the kitchen to eat her dinner, I took the sweet taters she’d mashed up and dumped them on the floor. Mom slipped on them and went flying across the kitchen, fell and slammed her head on the steel radiator. I didn’t know what was going on and the brains gushing all over the place made me giggle. They say it killed her instantly. That’s why dad thinks I killed her.”
“Maybe deep down, you think you did too… right?”
Maggie started tearing up and shook her head yes, then weakly said, “I didn’t mean too… I loved my mommy.”
“You were a baby, and your dad got angry. With nobody to be mad at, and the responsibilities of four young kids he targeted you. It ain’t right, but that’s the truth of it. He probably loved your mom a lot. Did he ever remarry?”
As she quieted her sobbing, she shook her head no then took her napkin and wiped her eyes. “Yea he loved her a bunch. I still sort of remember her – there are pictures of her all over the house to remind me anyway. Charles once told me that they were really in love. He and mom used to laugh all the time, Charles said. But outside of the house – back then - it was trouble for them cause they were a mixed race couple. She was black, and dad wasn’t. It was hard for them to find a place to live in peace. That’s when he met up with Mr. Horowitz. They moved into a Jewish neighborhood to minimize the harassment. Dad was a baker and Mr. Horowitz was a butcher. They liked each other and partnered up. My brothers still blame me for mom’s death too.”
“So that’s why you seem so tough and nasty. You’re doing to the world what your family has done to you for revenge. Does it feel better now than it did say a couple of years ago? You any happier?”
“Not really… but enough of this shit… what is there for dessert?”
“Napoleons… how’s that?”
Here eyes brightened up and said, “Great! Dad never lets us kids have any cause they are expensive. We get the stale ones… well mostly my brother’s do. Haven’t had one in a long time.” Then she looked at me meekly and said… “We gonna split one?”
I turned and put a whole one in front of her, serving myself half of the other one I bought. She was delighted.
Half way through the napoleon she looked up at me with Chantilly crème and filo all over her face and said, “Why you bein so nice to me?”
“Because I used to be a lot like you. I was angry and took it out on the world. It got worse and worse until Karma kicked me in my ass a few times really hard. I learned; you will too. Besides it’s been ages since I’ve sampled dark meat.” Then in the most sinister Dracula voice I could muster I said, “Let me feast upon your beauty in my special dungeon. Want to see the… chamber?” I couldn’t handle it and had to laugh at myself, which was rare. For some reason I was enjoying myself with this little hellion.
“Boy, you can really swing a mood from heaven to terror in one sentence. The voice wasn’t too bad either. So let me see the dungeon, but only after you put on the coffee, and I hope it’s good cause I haven’t had a cup all day long.”
I put on the coffee and opened the door to the basement. I led the way after hitting the light switch. I couldn’t wait for this.
Chapter 3 – The Dungeon
About ten seconds after the light switch came on and very little light showed the area below, the dark low tones of a pipe organ started playing a haunting tune. She nearly locked up on the stairs, but with her eyes wide open as big as saucers she slowly stepped down. Since I was in front of her she figured she could run if she had too. I actually thought that she’d freak and run from the house screaming. Too bad she didn’t – that would have been fun to watch.
When she landed on a step that if she bent over enough she could look into the basement area, she did. She was startled but then I saw a little smile run across her lips. She stepped down a few more steps and looked closer.
The basement walls were rough cut stone and I had them painted to look like
dungeon walls. Creepy flickers of light came from the wall sconces that were
faux candles with exposed but electric flickering flame lights. Movie posters
of horror films were on the walls too. The torture equipment was really a
small gym I had set up in the basement. And they were all made to look like
real torture devices – which to me they were. I hated to exercise indoors, but
needed to use it in the winter as my appetite left untended would have me very
fat in no time. But over on one side where she couldn’t really see were some
real and recreated torture devices along with what was supposed to be a late
model Rack. On the walls were display cases pretty complete with a variety of
devices used to really torture victims. It was simply my love of horror films
that caused me to start collecting this stuff. I also use the basement for
Halloween parties.
“Creepy… real creepy,” she said smiling again. Damn I really loved her smile. “You’re into horror films big time aren’t you?”
“Yep, and science fiction too.”
She walked over to me and looked around, then she saw the rack. She started
walking toward it and then saw the wall full of nefarious items of torture.
She stopped at the rack, touched it then looked up at the display cases. She
turned a little whiter and looked back to me and said, “Hey… this shit is real…
isn’t it?”
“Sure is… at least most of it. Step back a ways and I’ll show you something really cool.”
She did, and I threw a switch on the wall. She jumped back about four feet as a pendulum with a huge blade started swinging mid way across the short side of the rack as it lowered itself very slowly. It looked very real.
She wanted to scream but was too scared to do so. Having my fun I stopped its motion and said, “It’s fake.”
I walked over to her said, “The blade looks real but isn’t. The pendulum shaft is made of aluminum, but the blade is really made from tempered masonite and painted to look like a real blade. It’s actually pretty light weight. I had it painted by the same painter that did the walls. The design comes from the 1961 movie, The Pit and the Pendulum. Want to touch it?”
Color seemed to be coming back into her face and still looking at it she said, “Sure.”
Wondering if I would creep her out more I said, “I’m going to set you up on the rack so you can touch it. Okay?”
Hesitantly she said, “Okay.”
I lifted her up by her exposed ribs and put her butt solidly on the rack – damn her skin felt so wonderful, and she was one solid little girl. Now I was getting creeped out by my reaction to her.
I let her go and said, “Go ahead… touch it.” That said, I wondered if that statement wasn’t really a Freudian slip.
She reached up and touched the side of the fake blade. Then she wiggled the whole thing eventually touching the blade edge. She got up on her knees and still holding the blade looked at me and said, “Wow, you’d never know it wasn’t real. She let go of the blade and still on her knees turned to look at me and said, “You are a sicko, but this is so cool. How can you be a sicko and be so cool all at the same time?”
“My charm?” I said questioningly.
She looked me in the eyes and said, “Hey… sorry about being so mean to you earlier today. It wasn’t an especially good day to meet new people. So tell me, am I still a little bitch?”
“Only when you want to be, I guess… but yes, you learned how to be a bitch very well. Especially for someone as young as you are.”
“So why be so nice to me?”
“When I saw you smile at me, I knew there was hope. For all your hardness outside, inside there is a little girl crying and wanting to be held and cuddled. You missed that and that’s the real tragedy. I’m really terribly sorry about your mom, but Maggie you are not to blame at all. It’s as simple as that. When you figure that out, you’ll be a lot better off. ”
I could see her getting mad at me discovering her inner self, and her eyes started to fill at the same time. I had to deflect that or else she would have gone all hard again and I didn’t want that to happen.
She kept it together and said, “Yea… besides this rack is really scary. Get me off of it.”
She could have jumped off the rack easily, but she didn’t want to. Fine with me. I just reached out and picked her up around her waist, pulling her close to me. As her knees cleared the rack I let her slide down my front. She caught me smiling.
“That give you a buzz sicko?” she giggled.
“Humm… let me think… Yea, it actually did. Seconds?”
“You are a perv… but sort of a nice one I guess.”
I squatted down to look her in the eyes and said, “Maggie… I’ve trusted you with a lot of information about the things that I do and the things that I have, but please, keep what you’ve seen in the garage and down here between us okay?”
“Sure… I won’t say anything… but how did you learn to do all this stuff. I mean your old, but not that old to know all this stuff.”
“Hey there, I’m only twenty-eight, so get over this old crap.”
“Well” she said…” I could see her thinking and her eyes were moving fast in her head. “… that still makes you 2.8 times older than me, which is really nearly three lifetimes older – so hey… wake up… to me that’s pretty old.”
She was as I suspected a very smart girl. But her last statement came to me as a surprise. So I said, “Okay, you’re right… but don’t let my oldness go to your head.” I looked at my watch and it was nearly six o’clock and said, “You better get going, or your dad, or brothers are going to start worrying about you.”
“Not really. Generally I hang with a couple of my friends, and lots of times I eat dinner with them too. If I’m not home by eight-thirty, I catch it pretty bad, but other than that they’re glad I’m not around. You know, I know a lot about you, but I still don’t know your name… what is it anyway?”
“Just call me Manny.”
“You don’t look like a Manny… that’s short for something. What’s you whole name?
“Emanuel Jose Ferrari Ramirez… I’m actually Spanish and Italian… more Spanish I think.”
“Shit Manny you don’t look like a spik – you speak Spanish?”
“Well Maggie, you don’t look like a nigger either, and no I don’t speak much Spanish any more. My mom past when I was about fourteen. I can understand it mostly, but speaking it properly is difficult.”
“Don’t call me that, ever again,” she said looking really angry at me.
“Then don’t call me a spik again. It’s inaccurate anyway. That ethnic slur actually focuses on people from Latin America – my mom was from Spain… besides, I didn’t start the racial stuff honey, you did. Loose it, it ain’t worth it and it hurts people. Get it?” We are both racially mixed people, you and I. I look mostly like a white guy, and you could be a host of things like Tahitian, Brazilian, Latino, black, a lot of things. In truth you are just a very beautiful little girl who’s gong to be a real knockout when you get older. You’re lucky, so am I. What’s not to be proud of?”
“Sorry about that Manny. You sure know how to drive a point across though.”
“Not a problem, frankly I wasn’t offended for two reasons. Spik didn’t apply to me and it made you look stupid for not knowing that. You are not stupid Maggie, I know that. I just try to use golden rule ethics… you know… Do unto others bla bla bla?”
She actually looked rather contrite after that statement. Good for that, maybe I taught her something.
“Damn,” I said, “I almost forgot about the coffee. Come on let’s get upstairs.”
Chapter 4 – Good Touch, Bad Touch
As I was locking everything up and resetting the pendulum, Maggie was telling me to hurry like she was an addict needing a fix.
Finally the coffee was poured and we went into the living room and sat on two very comfy loungers with a table between us.
“Mmmmm, this is really good coffee, Manny.”
“Thanks. So how come you like coffee so much?”
“Well, I really do like the taste, and in the mornings truthfully the buzz, but I also like it because my dad and brothers generally won’t let me have any. Thanks for making it. Were you serious about setting up my bike right earlier?”
“Sure… if I say something I pretty much mean it. Why?”
“Well grown-ups sometimes offer stuff but really aren’t sincere about it. And how come you are being so nice to me anyway?”
“Why do you keep asking me the same question, why shouldn’t I be nice to you… especially since you are being nice to me now, at least for the moment, and you haven’t sworn at me for at least an hour and a half.”
She giggled a little then said, “You’re good at answering questions with questions. Not fair. You are very clever about it though.”
“Well to tell you the truth, I’ve been asking myself the same question. I mean it’s not every day that I go around trying to pick up eleven year old girls. In fact, come to think about it, I guess I was intrigued by your rant with Heather, and your joyous personality especially with the bus driver. I take it he knows you. Then there was Charles and how you really cold cocked him… no pun intended, and scampered away clean. Face it, it would take a long time to find someone like you. So, you got me curious about you. Besides you are much too smart for your age and incidentally you are very pretty. But tell me this; do you have some clothing on under that denim jacket? I’ve been curious about that all night.”
“Okay… you are a perv, but to the last question – no. It’s just bare skin… I forgot to put my wash in the dryer last night and it messed me up really badly this morning. And what’s this shit about me being pretty – you’ve said that more than once tonight. I guess I’m okay, but nothin to rave about either.”
“I wasn’t raving, just stating a fact. By all classical standards, you are really an exception in the pretty department, and your skin color is as perfectly hued as any flesh I’ve ever seen?”
She blushed really red when I said that. And surprisingly she didn’t change the subject which I expected that she would.
“Hell… maybe I was right all along… you might be one of those guys that likes little girls. But if you are, why haven’t you tried to get all close and stuff to me. It ain’t like there is much I could do about it if you really wanted too. Are you a perve… really?”
“I think all people are perves in some way – mostly they just keep it to themselves unless they find someone that likes the same thing, but that’s where it gets complicated.
“Why does it get complicated?”
“Well then is it really perversion, or is it just kind of normal? So, sure I’m a perve, but look inside yourself and see if you can honestly admit that maybe you are too.”
She laughed a couple of times then said, “Manny, you are really clever with words. You still didn’t say if you like little girls… so do you?”
“Truthfully, I never thought about it until today. But yes… I guess depending on the girl I do like little girls.”
“No, I mean in a bad way… you know in a pervy way?”
“You mean sexually?”
Now she really blushed and was getting a little apprehensive too.
“Look, last year we had this class on good touches and bad touches. You know what I’m talking about right?”
“Guess so – what’s the point?”
“Well, would you ever touch me in a bad way?”
“Here’s the thing about that question. I wouldn’t… won’t do anything that you wouldn’t want me to do. I mean in the basement I touched you and lifted you onto the rack… my that sounds ominous… so you could touch the pendulum blade… that even sounds worse.” She started giggling and that pleased me, “Nonetheless, I touched you, around your waist and put you up on the table. If you had freaked when I put my hands on your waist, that would tell me you didn’t want me to touch you there – so, I guess in your book that would be a bad touch. Had that been the case, I would have stopped immediately. And that is only because I didn’t have your permission to do that. So I wouldn’t. But you didn’t object, so was that a bad touch or a good touch or just a touch?”
“Okay, I get that, but that’s not what I’m talking about. My stomach and waist aren’t sexual part of my body, so it doesn’t count. But what if you touched… say my chest?”
“Ahhh… see here is the difference between being older like I am, and younger like you are and not terribly knowledgeable about sex. Let me tell you that your stomach is very much subject to nearly as much stimulation as your chest is. Actually every part of your body can enhance a sexual experience. All body parts can be sexual. What did they tell you in school… that only your bottom, your chest and your sex organs can be sexual? If so they lied to you, or oversimplified, cause that’s not true.”
She was startled by my response and very curious. As was I because I had no idea where this was taking us, but it was interesting so I went along.
“Every body part, she said?”
“Yes… most certainly. Here’s the difference. Someone can hold your hand and not have it feel sexual, but someone else can hold your hand and it feels really different and kind of stimulating. When I picked you up there was no sexual intent at all. I was simply putting you on the… let’s call it a table. But, had I been sexual it would or could have felt entirely different to one or both of us. Can you understand what I’m saying, or is this too complicated?”
“Yea… I get most of it.” She put her coffee down which was mostly empty anyway, and held out her hand to me. “Okay. Let’s do a test. Hold my hand in a sexual way and let me see if I can feel a difference.”
“You really want me to do this?”
“Yea, I don’t believe it, so prove it.”
“Would you know what a sexual feeling was if you felt it?”
She blushed nearly beet red which was all the answer I needed. She knew it too.
“That was really shitty, you know that don’t you?”
“Okay… it was shitty, but I had to know right… or else it would be useless to try this. Fact it you are still really young, and I don’t know when girls start having those feelings. Besides, I may not be able to do what I suggested anyway. Frankly, I’ve never felt any kind of sexual attraction to someone your age.”
With a wry look she held out her hand. It was lovely too. A nice golden bronze with white palms and long straight fingers. I’d never done this before to any underage girl so this was very new to me. I wasn’t even sure that I could get turned on by such a young girl, or turn her on either. I twisted in my lounger and said, “Okay… close your eyes. If anything bothers you in the least bit, just tell me and I’ll stop.”
She closed her eyes and said, “It’s just my hand… it’s fine.”
Using both of my hands I scanned hers with my fingers lightly touching them and feeling every part of her hand and fingers. They were very sexy and the more I touched them, the more I was enjoying my own sensations. Concentrating as I was, I neglected to look at her face for any tell tail signs. That was until I heard her sigh about three minutes into this experiment. I thought about sucking on her fingers, but that was not what we had agreed to. Looking at her face, I could tell that my ministrations were having some sensual effect. Quietly I said, “Do you mind if I use my mouth on your hand Maggie?”
She shivered when I said that and quietly said, “Okay.”
I moved in closer to her hand with my mouth, opened it and guided her index and middle fingers into my mouth without touching them with my lips or tongue. Then I blew some cool air over her fingers and immediately closed my mouth on the fingers splitting them with my tongue, and caressing them with my mouth. She moaned quietly and then pulled her hand away and opened her eyes. I took that as time-to-stop, so I did. I waited for her to compose herself and said nothing.
Eventually, she said, “That started getting pretty intense. I mean it ain’t like anyone else has ever touched my hand like that, but I’m not convinced just yet.”
“Fair enough, so what would you like to try next?”
She took a deep breath and then said, “Want to try my stomach?”
“Only if you want me too – sure. But you’d have to lay on the sofa for that. If you are okay with that, fine.”
“Sure… but I want to wash my hands first. You got slobbers all over them.”
“That’s okay, I’ll wait. You know where the bathroom is anyway.”
She was gone longer than I expected and I heard the water running and the toilet flush.
As she headed toward the sofa when I said, “You know, maybe the carpet would be easier. Why not lay there?”
“Fine with me,” she said as she lay down. When she was comfortable she said, “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Close your eyes again, Maggie.”
She did. As I put my hands on her waist on both sides, I recalled lifting her up on the rack in the basement. For some reason the touch of her skin felt amazing. I don’t ever remember having skin feel that way before. This time as my hands gripped her sides, I instantly felt the same sensation. The sight before me was quite stimulating. Her hip huggers were low – I’d guess within a few inches of her mound, and when she laid down, she put her hands above her head. That stretched her frame and moved her short jacket to just under, or what would become, her breasts. She wasn’t square like a little girl either. She had a slight hourglass figure, and her stretching also allowed me to see the soft outline of her ribs. All that plus her magnificent skin color strangely started getting me hard. Not hard enough to be uncomfortable, but firm enough to really notice my excitement.
The tricky part in touching someone is to know how not to tickle, so the touch has to be firm enough, yet sensual enough as well. A light touch or a jab in the wrong part will generally tickle anyone and little girls more so. It’s a defense mechanism according to psychologists, and doctors. Who really knows?
With my thumbs just under her ribs and my fingers wrapped around her sides, I started moving my hands upward allowing my thumbs to follow the outline of her rib cage. My original firm touch got lighter and I was also moving my fingers touching the skin underneath them. Her skin was magical, and while silky is a fair description, it was really so much more sensual than that. When you move a finger across silk, you feel little snags, like very tiny hang nails – and that wasn’t the case here. This was firm but also soft and creamy. It almost felt like my fingers were moving across a super lightly oiled surface that was firm but yielding. My fingers traced across the slight rise and fall of her ribs and moved upward, stopping at the edge of her denim jacket. I then retraced my movements going as far as the waist band of her hip huggers. I hadn’t yet moved to the center of her stomach, but that was next. She had a very interesting belly button. It was an innie-outtie that sat in a reasonably large indent in her tummy. A small but very firm tummy greeted my fingers as they moved upward, not touching her belly button, but following the indentation surrounding it. As I moved upward, I heard another sigh and she was wiggling slightly. I looked at her face, and she was licking her lips. When I got to the hem on her jacket, I took the liberty of moving my thumbs slightly under the material and starting at the center, moved my thumbs across to her sides. She trembled a little as I did that. Again, I retraced my hand movements back to her breast bone and then started moving downward – slowly. Little ticks were causing her skin to twitch as I caressed her flesh. This time I walked my thumbs very slowly over her navel stopping for a moment and circling it with my index finger. I applied different pressures from a light touch to firmer. She arched her back slightly and sighed as I did this. Then I ran the same finger downward from her navel depression all the way to the edge of her jeans. She inhaled deeply. Her breathing was getting erratic, and looking at her eyes, she looked lost in a world of pleasure. I was regrettably almost finished with this part of the experiment. She now knew what I said was true – whether or not she would admit it I was unsure. But frankly, I was driving myself a bit nuts doing this. I’d really never anticipated a young girl’s stomach to be so exciting to the touch.
It was then that I started to use just one hand to caresses her. I scooted up a little closer to her shoulders, and put the flat of my hand on her mid section directly over her belly button. I fanned my fingers and moving them in little circles moved downward. She pulled her stomach taught and sucked in air into her lungs. When that happened, the waist band of her jeans stayed in place while her stomach shrank away from it leaving a fairly large gap between the jeans and her flesh. From my vantage point I could see the elastic of her light blue panties and the swell of her mons just below. As I moved my hand downwards, my fingers were still doing little circles across and from side to side across her tummy, she was sighing on a fairly regular basis, along with getting little shudders across her skin. When I got to the theoretical edge of her jeans waist band, she had inhaled deeper allowing me to see even more of what was inside her hip hugger jeans. So I allowed my hand to creep a little lower – never coming to contact with the elastic band of her bikini panties. I made two slow passes across that area before I moved my hand to just cover her tummy in the middle. A small pat on her belly and I removed my hand.
I looked at her face and it was calm, but she was sweating just a little on her forehead and still breathing pretty hard. I allowed her to compose herself, and prayed for my own salvation by trying to reduce my erection, which was more difficult that I had imagined. Before she opened her eyes, I moved back to the lounger; adjusted myself, and sat down.
After a minute or so, I said, “How you doing, Maggie?”
Her eyes blinked several times and she took in a very deep breath, then looked at me. Her gaze at me was very different than before. This time she was looking deeper into me as opposed to just looking at me. She rolled over on her side holding her head in her hand just looking up at me.
“Well that was… damn… pretty amazing. Ain’t no one ever touched me like that before, and yea it got me riled up a little… I mean in a nice way.” She sat up and then stood and started to walk back to the lounger she was sitting in, when she turned around, blushed and said, “I need to use the bathroom again. I’ll be back in a minute.”
She was walking kind of funny as she headed down the hall and I had an inkling of what happened, but thought I’d better just let this alone. She was pretty embarrassed as it was I think.
She came back walking normally and plopped in the chair, and volunteered, “What you said before was right. In the class they said, bad touches were touches from other people when they touched your bottom, your chest, or your privates. They didn’t say nothin about your stomach or hands, or like you said all body parts can be or feel sexy. Now I believe it… damn that stomach thing got intense.”
I laughed a little and said, “So was it a good touch, or a bad touch?”
“Well according to them it would have been just a touch, but let me tell you that was a most excellent bad touch that felt so damn good. So I guess it was… like I said, a damn good touch. It really surprised me.”
“Maggie, now I’m confused. I’m sorry if I did too much. I hope I didn’t do anything more than what I said I would do. Are you okay?”
“Let me put it this way, and I ain’t no expert, but that was some fine touching. You didn’t do anything that we didn’t agree to, so as far as I’m concerned it was a good touch… too damn good frankly. It did things to me that never happened before, and I liked them. That you knew it would feel so good is kind of sleezy, but you also told me it would, so that’s cool. But you sure proved your point. I’m just glad you didn’t ask if you could put your mouth on my stomach. I would have let you, and that might have gotten a bit scary and intense. I have to think about this some more. Now you tell me something okay?”
“Sure, go ahead?”
“Did you get turned on doin that to me?”
After a brief pause, I said, “Yes I did, much more than I thought I would. I’ve never done that before with anyone even close to your age.”
“You deal straight. Thanks for that. Did you get wood?”
This time I blushed and Maggie started laughing fairly hard. She said, “Gotcha that time Manny. Oh you do blush really good.”
“It’s a little embarrassing to admit that, but I did. Can I ask why you went into the bathroom after I finished touching your tummy?”
“I think you know… don’t you?”
“Well I think so, but I’m not really sure. That’s why I asked?”
“Well to tell you the truth, I’m not really sure either – it could have been one thing or another and it’s kind of a private thing.”
“Fair enough. But please remember that you can ask me any question that you think I could answer. I’ll always try to give you the facts. That I promise. Now it’s time that you started to head home. It’s nearly seven-thirty and I don’t want you to get into any more trouble today, okay?”
She smiled at me and said, “What a day. Thanks for the lesson…” holding her head down a little and not looking at my face she continued, “…that felt really nice… too nice actually.”
“Before you go can I give you a hug? I asked.”
Her eyes brightened up as she stood up and walked over to my lounger. I scooted my butt to the edge and as she got really close to me I took both of her hands, and pulled her towards me. She got a little chill as I let her hands go and put my arms around her back and pulled her close. I gave her a nice hug, and then sat back a little to look at her face. Then I kissed her on the forehead and said, “I agree… what a wonderful day. It was really nice meeting you Maggie. Now it’s time for you to get going.”
She took my hand as she walked towards the back door and said, “Ain’t you going to tell me not to tell anyone what we did?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Well, technically we didn’t do anything wrong, although what I did is highly questionable and it’s likely I could get into trouble for doing it. I figure that you are smart enough to know that. So I can hope that you’ll keep this between us, but asking you not to tell would seem to say I don’t trust you. And for some strange reason I do. If you trust me too, that’s all the better.”
“Well, you’re weird, that’s for sure, but I do trust you, and I don’t think you’d ever deliberately hurt me, so I ain’t saying anything even if you are a perv. Besides you made me feel really good, and maybe…” she said lifting an eyebrow at me in a flirty sort of way, “…I’ll let you show me some more next time. Gota think this all over you know.”
As she walked down the back steps she said, “See you on Saturday, Manny. Thanks for the bus fare, the food and the other stuff… see you later.”
Chapter 5 – Reflections
After coming back into the house, I had some reflecting to do. The first thing was that I had really surprised myself. I’d never done anything like I had today, and I certainly never expected to get turned on by doing it either. But I noticed that I was actually still horny and the feelings were getting stronger by the minute.
So I did what every guy does when this happens, I went into my office and switched on my computer for a good porn fix. A few minutes later I was at my favorite site and looked over the new arrivals, and some of them were really fantastic. But I found it strange that while I was really horny, these photos and short films were not in the least bit satisfying. So I started a search to find something more along the lines of what I had gotten turned on by moments ago.
That was much harder than I had imagined. After over an hour of searching and with over thirty or so pop-up pages eating away my memory, I hit a page that while not entirely satisfying, was very close to the topic that I wanted. I clicked on some link on the new page unexpectedly, and a new screen came up that really surprised me – and was absolutely perfect for my current mood.
The images were the right age group, well posed and in hi definition – and there were movies too. Nothing overtly sexual, but I knew even these images would be illegal. I found one image of a girl who resembled Maggie, although her skin color wasn’t as lush as Maggie’s, but she was very cute and had a terrific smile and dimples. I fired up my other Bad-boy computer and challenged that special little program a buddy of mine wrote to download the whole contents of the ftp address I was looking at on my other system using only the CLI.
It chugged away for a time, and then got access. In less than five minutes I had the whole contents of that one particular girl. Thinking I may never find this site again, or it would be closed down, I tasked the program to recursively suck down the whole web site. Then on the other computer I ftp’d the files over that had been downloaded.
As Bad-boy snagged the files, I looked at what I had downloaded. A few pictures in, I decided to get comfortable and then resume my quest.
Dressed down to a t-shirt and sweat shorts I had the computer serve up the files with a three second delay between them. This was a warm up, the movies would come later.
All-in-all, an hour later I had enjoyed two good, and one extremely satisfying orgasm and my mood was quieting. But that left me with the question, why did this turn me on.
As that strong urge of an hour ago was nearly satisfied, I decided to think about it later – but think about it I certainly would.
As the week wore on, I was really looking forward to Maggie’s visit. I actually went out and got us something for lunch, and some more desserts. It was only right that I bought them at the deli-bakery, I thought.
Chapter 6 – The Saturday Visit
It was about ten-thirty in the morning and I was working on one of the ATV’s in the garage when I heard a bike or two coming down the alley. I was surprised to see Maggie and Heather pull up and put their bikes against the garage.
“Hi Manny… nice to see you again.” Said Maggie.
Heather looked at Maggie like she had never ever heard her say anything like that to anyone ever before – and she probably hadn’t. I went over and curled my arm around Maggie’s shoulders and gave her a little hug that she seemed to appreciate.
Looking up at me with my arm still around her she said, “Oh… this is my friend Heather. Heather… this is Manny.”
Heather was a little cutie as I had noticed before. When Maggie introduced her she smiled and actually waved at me. Her eyes were bouncing between me and Maggie and I decided it was time to let Maggie go. Not knowing exactly the proper protocol I just smiled and waved back at Heather and said, “Nice to meet you formally this time.”
Heather blushed a little remembering me from the bus stop. I was delighted at how they were both dressed, and Maggie; I thought was a little out of her element. So to be a bit devilish as I looked at her I said, “I thought that you didn’t wear dresses or skirts – although I can’t say it’s much of a skirt.”
What I was looking at was a white elastic wasted skirt where the hem came to the upper third of her thighs, and the waist was set on her hips about where her jeans were the other evening. On those long shapely legs of hers it looked fantastic. Her top was a pink print loose fitting little halter top with two small spaghetti straps holding it on to her shoulders, still showing off her cute mid section. Completing the picture were white canvas sneakers and short pink socks.
Don’t know that I mentioned Maggie’s hair. It was variegated medium to dark brown in color that hung down to where her bra strap would have been had she worn one. Her hair was a thick mass of ringlet curls without a discernable part. It looked great on her.
Looking at me harshly, hands on hips she said, “You bitchin at me for what I’m wearing? Besides this is called sports wear.”
“Was I bitching at you,” I replied just as harshly, “I just asked you a reasonable question and you’re getting all huffy about it. I mean… come on… with your image of yourself wearing camo and combat boots, this is a little out of character… and pink to boot… sheeeeit, the neighborhood has gone to hell in a hand basket.”
Heather started laughing really hard, and Maggie grimaced at her with one of her mean faces; then she turned to me and said, “Now you makin fun of me or what,” saying it almost contritely.
“Never,” I said sincerely, “Actually, you look very lovely. I just never expected to see you in real girl clothes. I’ll tell you this; it’s a lot easier taking shit from you when you look like that.”
Heather was watching the banter with a huge smile on her face. She looked amazing too. She was smaller boned than Maggie and very compact and perfectly proportioned. Her little butt was so cute and so tiny, and it showed off in her skin tight white short shorts. She had an orange, blue, gold and brown paisley halter top that almost covered her tummy. The halter top accentuated her hair, also naturally curly and about the same length as Maggie’s along with her baby blue eyes. So I looked over at Heather and said, “Heather… you’re looking very pretty too. Love the halter top, it matches your eyes.”
Heather smiled really big and her eyes twinkled at me as she blushed. “Thanks Manny.”
Not to miss a beat, Maggie said, “It’s getting real deep in here… so Manny, cut out the sweet talk and fix my bike.” I just looked at her for a moment or two when she caught it and added, “Please?”
“Will do I said,” taking her bike. Then I stopped and asked Heather to get up on her bike, sit on the seat with a leg on one pedal all the way down. After she finished I said, “Yours needs adjusting as well. I’ll do it after Maggie’s.”
I put the bike on the stand and got out my tape line. “Come over here Maggie, I need to take some measurements.”
She walked over and I asked her to hold the end of the tape line just below her crotch as I ran it down to the floor. She seemed surprised, but did it, and then I took a couple more measurements.
I repeated that with the bike and then took out some tools and in ten minutes I pulled the bike off the stand and asked her to sit on it while I held it. In that time I had adjusted the seat height, and azimuth, and changed the angle of the handle bars – greased and tightened the chain, and reset the rear wheel so it was parallel to the frame and aligned the derailer as well. As she sat I asked how it felt. She said it was way different than before. I told her to take it for a spin and then let me know if it was comfortable.
She looked at Heather questioningly, and Heather said back to her, “It’s okay… go check it out.”
Maggie took off, and I repeated the same process with Heather. It was just coming out of the bike stand when Maggie returned. It also didn’t take as long. I caught her riding into the garage and it was a lovely sight as her skirt had flipped revealing her white thong like panties. By that I mean it wasn’t really a thong, but it had the same affect. They were definitely bikini’s, or boy shorts though, and looked really sexy.
“How did it feel, Maggie?”
“Gee Manny, a whole lot better, but I’m having trouble with the seat, it doesn’t feel right.”
“Okay,” I said, “stay on the bike.”
I handed Heather her bike and said, “Your turn, go take a ride.”
In a flash she was on it and out the door. Then I walked over to Maggie and said, “What doesn’t feel right,”
“I’m not sure, but it’s uncomfortable when I’m sitting.”
I asked her to get off the bike and I looked over the seat angle. It looked right, but something wasn’t. So I said, “Take the bike down the alley turn around and while seated just ride past me peddling, and not too fast.”
She did as I got down on my knee to watch her movements. She rode past me once, then again, then came to a stop.
Looking at me questioningly she said, “Well… what’s wrong?”
“It’s hard to tell really. Maybe tomorrow you can come by wearing shorts. I can’t tell with you wearing a skirt.”
She smiled and said, “Hang on a sec and get ready to look again.”
Before I could say anything she took off, spun around, adjusted her skirt and rode past me. This time she had pulled the skirt up way above her navel and all I saw was the angle of the seat on reasonably bare flesh as she rode by. As she past, the rear view was amazing as I watched her nearly bare butt cheeks ride over that narrow seat as she peddled.”
When she came back I said, “And interesting solution, but best not do that again in broad daylight. Your panties are rather revealing.”
“But did you see the problem?”
“Yep,” I said, “Get off the bike and pull that skirt down, I know what to do.”
She stared at me and then said, “You really want me to take my skirt off… here?”
I sighed, understood my mistake and said, “God no honey… just put it back to where it was… I mean covering your panties.”
“Oh,” she said while giggling at me. As I took the bike, Heather rode in - very interested in watching Maggie pull her skirt back down. Maggie took one look at Heather and said, “Don’t even go there girl.”
In a flash I had readjusted the seat and gave it back to Maggie. “Do it again Maggie… just to see if I fixed it… understood?”
She actually winked at me and took off. Two minutes later she was back in the garage. “Damn that’s now a fine ride. It’s so different, and a lot easier to peddle. You really know your shit Manny – great job.”
“Great,” I said. Then I turned to Heather and said, “How’s does your bike feel now?”
“What Maggie said… it really feels different and very nice Manny… I mean it’s more comfortable to ride. Thanks so much for doing this.”
“Glad I could help.”
Heather was still on the bike facing me holding on to the handle bars, and I couldn’t help but notice that with her legs spread out a well defined camel toe was obvious on those tight white shorts. It was so cute to look at but I averted my eyes. It was bad enough seeing Maggie’s golden lobes making one bicycle seat amazingly happy. I wondered if Heather was actually wearing panties.
Maggie had propped her bike against the work bench and said, “So what’s the plan… man?”
“What plan? Did we have a plan?” I asked.
“No not really but I thought we could do something. You finished with the ATV?”
“No and I won’t be for another week or so, I’m still waiting for some parts. But I could… naa, you wouldn’t want to do that…” I just left it hanging.
Maggie’s eyes brightened and she said, “What wouldn’t we like to do?”
“I had thought about going to the park to ride together for an hour or so, but its going to rain soon, so that’s out. But we could have lunch if you want. After that, I am sure that you ladies have something better to do then hang with an old guy.”
“You’re not THAT old,” said Heather. Besides, you’re kinda handsome.”
“HEATHER!,” said Maggie, astonished by what she said.
“Well, that was a nice complement – thank you Heather. Frankly, I find you very pretty as well, ” I said.
Heather looked at Maggie with a devilish twinkle in her eyes and said, “What… come on Maggie, you told me he was really cute anyway. But you’re wrong. He’s more handsome than cute.”
“SHUT UP Heather,” said Maggie.
Heather giggled real loud and said, “Why? You know that I owe you a bunch of embarrassing moments, so there’s one.” Then looking at me she said, “Yea Manny, I’m hungry, so I accept. Nice of you to offer too. Besides it’s better than eating at Maggie’s when her brothers are around.”
By then Heather was giggling and I was laughing while Maggie scowled. So, trying to change the subject, I said, “Maggie, I got some head cheese for you… want some lunch?”
She was still angry at the teasing and said, “Fuck you both. You both are makin fun of me and I don’t like it.”
I got down on my knee close to Maggie and said, “Nobody made fun of you. Heather was just teasing you, and that’s different. It was also funny, that’s why I laughed. I’m glad that you thought I was cute. You already know I think you are very pretty. And please stop the swearing – that makes you less pretty. Sometimes by using your excellent brain and choosing the correct words, you can lash out at people and make them feel really small without swearing. Saying fuck a lot doesn’t startle people any more, it just makes you look stupid – and you are anything but stupid.
She got very contrite and her eyes started filling. Towards the end of my rant, I pulled her close to me and gave her a hug and patted her on the back. Lastly I whispered in her ear, “Come on, I bought the head cheese for you – you know I can’t stand it.” Then I kissed her on the cheek and stepped back.
By then, Heather had walked toward us really close and looking at Maggie said, “Didn’t think it was such a big deal Maggie what I said. Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings… really.”
Then she looked at me and put her arms around my neck and gave me a squeeze pressing her face against my cheek. She said, “Thanks for making my bike feel really nice.”
With my left arm I pulled her a little closer and looked into those beautiful baby blue eyes and said, “My pleasure, and thanks for the hug. Hugs are really precious to me; always liked them a lot.”
Heather’s face lit up when I said that and she almost started to glow.
By then I could tell Maggie was recovering as she said, “Ahhh, a Kodak moment for sure… where’s my camera when I need it?”
As I let my arm fall away from Heather, I was really surprised when Heather stepped forward smiling and hugged Maggie and then quickly kissed her on the lips and said, “Sorry I pissed you off Mag.”
More surprising was that Maggie kissed her back and said, “I’m over it, but keep stuff I say to you private, okay?”
“Let’s eat.” said Heather.
As we walked toward the house, and with Heather’s lack of surprise at what was in my garage, I wondered how much Maggie told her about the other night Maggie and I spent together, or maybe unlike Maggie, Heather wasn’t interested in that sort of thing. That, and she seemed perfectly comfortable giving me a hug, and that kiss between the girls, short as it was, interesting to contemplate.
As we walked into the back porch Heather looked around and said, “Gee Manny, you really have a lot of weird toys.”
“Its a little machine shop where he makes parts for the stuff in the garage – they are not toys,” said Maggie.
I just let that one go – to me they were my toys, and I had a lot of them because for most of my adult life I’d pretty much been a loner. It wasn’t that I didn’t like people, and for the most part people liked me as well. I was the second youngest and had come from a large family. I almost never had any alone time and quiet until I got my own place. The quiet was bothersome at first, but then I discovered that my stuff was always where I left it, and nothing ever went missing. I started to enjoy my solace and after I received my Masters and got a good position, I had the money to turn my childhood dreams into reality.
I fixed us lunch and asked the girl’s to help. Maggie told Heather what to do, and she was accepting of Maggie taking charge. It was so Interesting watching these two… okay sexy as hell little girls puttering around my kitchen.
Chapter 7 – Dessert
We just made small talk through the lunch getting to know each other. The girls seemed very comfortable with me, and Heather kept flirting with me throughout lunch. That didn’t get unnoticed by Maggie. But instead of seeming angry at her, I think she was amused by it.
Toward the end of the lunch, more than once; Heather sort of kicked Maggie lightly under the table. When she got Maggie’s attention she either cocked her head, or lifted her shoulders to indicate that Maggie was supposed to do something. I just waited for what ever was going to happen to happen. Then as I got up to prepare the dessert’s: Heather thinking I couldn’t see them in the reflected glass of the upper kitchen cabinets lightly punched Maggie in the arm and whispered something to her.
I served the desserts and after a time Maggie said, “Manny… don’t be getting pissed off at me… okay?”
“Why sweetie… what did you do now?”
Heather was already flushed and either excited or mildly frightened – maybe both.
“Well, I sort of told Heather what you did to my stomach the other night. Now I’m pretty ticklish, but Heather is over the top. Since you didn’t tickle me once, she wanted me to ask you if you could do what you did to me to her? So you pissed at me or what?”
I sat there and let Maggie stew for a moment then said, “Not really pissed Maggie, but what happens between two people should stay between them – especially really personal things. Besides, we were talking a long time before that happened, and there was a reason that it happened. That was because I was telling you to rethink what they taught you in your Sex Ed class, and you wanted me to prove some things to you. Do you understand that?”
“Oh yea… I told Heather all about that too. How you touched my hand, the good and bad touch conversation… most all of it. So she knows. Hell, she was in the same class. She’s really been looking forward to this since I told her.”
I looked at Heather who was now as red as she could possibly be and said, “Did you tell anyone else about what Maggie told you? And please tell me the truth honey. The reason I’m asking is that I could get into real trouble for doing that. And if trouble is coming, then I really want to know.”
Heather saw the concern in my eye and said, “Manny, I didn’t tell anyone, and I won’t ever… not about Maggie or me if we ever do stuff. Maybe Maggie didn’t tell you that also in that class we took they told us what happens to child molesters. That’s some serious stuff, and some of them need to stay locked up forever – but then what if someone like me and Maggie want to try stuff, and learn more. It isn’t like you asked me, I’m asking you. Besides, me and Maggie are child molesters too.”
She said that as sincerely and as casually as asking for a fork. I was really stunned, and a tad confused as well. Maggy wasn’t happy about something she had said, so I looked at Heather and said, “How can you and Maggie be child molesters?”
Heather started swinging her legs under the table nervously and looked at Maggie seriously as she chewed her dessert with a big question in her eyes.
Maggie finally said, “I guess its okay Heather… go ahead tell him.”
As she spoke to me her face got redder and redder, “We do sex stuff to each other… have for more than a year. We like it too… a lot. We just don’t know if we are doing it right. I mean it feels good and all, but maybe it can get a lot better. That’s why we want you to show us. Heather said she almost got off when you were touching just her tummy. Then she told me your thing got hard doing it, so I figured you wanted… or would like to mess around with her or maybe both of us too.”
Well I guess for Maggie it was a bit too much talking cause just as she finished saying that, poor Maggie just dropped her head on the table and tapped her forehead on the wood a few times as she said, “Shit Heather… I didn’t think you were going to tell him all that?”
“But you said…”
“I know… ain’t your fault. Now Manny’s going to think were lesbians.”
Well at least that explained the girls kissing in the garage. Both of them seemed fairly uncomfortable now, and I was more surprised than I ever thought I would be by the admission, so to lighten the mood I said, “Hell girls… a tongue is a tongue whether it’s on a boy or a girl. It’s wet, and it feels good. If your eyes were closed you couldn’t tell who was doing you.” Well that wasn’t exactly true, but under the circumstances it was the best I could do.
As Heather started to laugh, Maggie’s eyes focused on me and said, “Nobody said we ate each other out… how’d you know we did that?” Then she snickered too.
Laughing, I said, “Well I just assumed, but didn’t really know until your last statement. Wow… I guess intimacy is starting a lot younger than it did when I was your age. Hell, back then at your age I was just playing Doctor with some of the neighborhood girls. It took me three patients to look further down and see their vaginas. That was a big surprise. When I saw it I remember telling the girl that she had a hole in it. She looked at me like I was really stupid and said, all girls have a hole there silly… it’s for your pee pee to go inside of. That came as a huge shock, but made sense somehow. Back then, nobody talked about sex cause it was considered dirty.
That statement caused both girls to laugh really hard and blush at the same time. I’m sure it was nervous tension being released. Frankly, I was frightened as well.
Maggie put her hand on top of mine, and looked at me almost lovingly. She said, “Look, what you did the other night was a lot of fun. You got me really going, and I want to know how you did that, and a lot more. Never felt anything like that. It was way yummy, and I know you liked it too... doing it I mean. You okay with this?”
“To be honest, I’m very excited about it, and also very frightened. Not only for me but you two as well. If we get caught, I’m in jail for a long time, and even though you think you want to do this, they’ll put you through counseling because they truly will think that what we did the other night or any sexual contact between an adult and a child can really mess with your head and screw you up. And even if you think you want to do this now, that may happen anyway, and the last thing I want to have happen is to screw you up or make you feel used.”
Maggie harrumphed and said, “Shit Manny, we want to use you. The other night I figured out you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to happen, and I trust you. So just don’t get carried away and we can have some fun. Okay?”
“That’s an easy promise to make. As long as everybody enjoys themselves and nobody gets hurt – I don’t see the harm in it.” Turning to look at Heather and surprised by her ready-to-go twinkling eyes, I said, “You really sure you want to do this?”
She giggled and flushed again and said, “Gee Manny… all this talk has me horny already. Yep… I’m sure… a lot sure.”
“Heavens girl… you still surprise me,” said Heather. Turning her head to me she continued, “I’m one horny bitch, but she’s so over the top it’s scary even to me. When she tingles she’s really noisy too.”
“So what do we do now Manny… where do we start… want us to take our clothes off?” Asked Heather.
Maggie looked very surprised at Heather and I said, “Slow down Horsey,” at the same time, getting a laugh from all three of us. I could tell that Heather had her hand in her panties and was playing with herself. A smile from Maggie told me she knew this as well.
“Maggie, if it is alright with you, why not take Heather into my bedroom and make her happy. I need to think some, and when you are done, just let me know. Then we’ll all have a chat. Okay?”
Maggie looked at Heather, and although she seemed a little disappointed, she said, “Probably a good idea. I got a bad itch Maggie.”
Heather stood up and as I looked at her crotch, she had a wet spot about two inches in diameter in that magic place in her shorts.
Maggie was looking too and said, “You didn’t wear panties again… did you?”
“No,” Heather said frowning. “It feels better without panties when I rub it against that bike seat.”
Maggy said, “Just wear panties and a skirt then. Panties are thinner than shorts, and the skirt covers you even if you get um wet. Sheesh girl.”
“Great idea… never thought about that… thanks Mag.”
I said, “Gee honey that wet spot is going to leave a stain. Maggy when you get situated, please bring me her shorts so I can wash and dry them before she goes home and we all get busted.”
As Maggie started to walk to the bedroom, Heather stopped by the counter top and glowing bright red dropped her shorts… right there showing me her magnificent tiny little bottom. It got even better when she bent over to take them away from her shoes. Her little rosebud and pink hairless labia were pointing right in my direction. Maggie was just standing there shaking her head and smiling as Heather picked them up, turned around and handed me her shorts. Of course this time I saw her pussy from the front, all pudgy and sexy and wet. My hard on was visible as my shorts were rather tented. Heather smiled seeing it, blushed and opened her legs so I could see more. As she looked at me, I lifted up her shorts and put the wet spot to my nose. I sniffed deeply a couple of times and said to Heather, “You serve a better dessert than I do. You smell wonderful sweetie. Tasty too I’ll bet.”
“Oh you’re really nasty,” she said. She giggled really loudly and as she turned around to go with Maggie, I couldn’t resist and swatted her playfully on her bottom. As she walked with Maggie, she turned her head to look at me and while giggling she said, “Ouch…” then she licked her finger and touched it to her butt cheek and went “hissss.”
Then both girls started laughing almost uncontrollably as they literally ran towards the bedroom. What had I gotten myself into here? And that question led me to wondering who started this all to begin with. It was probably a combination of fate, awesome timing, and absolute stupidity. My head was in great conflict about this whole thing. It was perhaps more surprising to me that I was accepting this behavior from two little girls… and it didn’t feel wrong. That Heather had dropped her shorts in front of me, at her age, was contrary to everything I had read about the topic and the shyness of little girls that age. Oh, I started reading about pedophilia the day after Maggie and I got together. The literature was very contradictory with opinions from the center, left and right. In the end, I figured nobody – including the experts – really had a clue.
Chapter 8 – Second Dessert
It wasn’t long before I heard Heather going nuts, she was cuming big-time, and Maggie was right – she was noisy. Fact is that I never had considered whether young girls could have an orgasm. Sure, I knew little girls touched themselves and that gave them some kind of pleasure, but hearing Heather cum was completely unexpected. I was damn temped to go in and watch what was going on, but I restrained myself. This all came together very quickly and some stuff just had to be talked about first. As it stood, I would probably get a major slap on the hand if I got caught doing what had already transpired, and maybe been put on Probation for a couple of years, but I doubted serious jail time. But all of that would change if we went further than we had, and I had no doubt in my mind that the train was headed in that direction.
Not long after Heather’s outburst, Maggie walked into the living room and plopped down on the same lounger as she had the last time. She said, “Told you she was loud. It’ll take her awhile to get herself back together. She has these little mini rushes that seem to go on for awhile if she gets off pretty good. I’m surprised you didn’t come in and watch.”
“How are you doing,” I asked.
“Oh… you know… a bit wound up, but okay I guess. You liked her butt didn’t you?”
“Frankly, I was really surprised that she wasn’t shy about taking off her shorts… and hell yea… she’s really cute all over. At least what I could see of her. I just never thought that a young girl would ever stir me up sexually. That thought had never entered my mind until the other evening. Heather, like I say is really cute – you on the other hand are truly beautiful and sultry.”
She flushed and said, “Nobody’s ever said anything like that to me. You almost have me believing it too. Guess I’ve always been looked down on cause I was a girl, and not a boy. Would it sound silly if I asked you if I could sit on your lap?”
“Nope… I’d really like that.”
Maggie walked over and eased up on me sitting kind of sideways. She curled up and put her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her. When she was comfortable, I said, “How come I get to be such a lucky guy?”
“You were nice to me the other night, even when I deserved a kick in the butt for bein a bitch. Then when you touched my tummy the way you did, and with all the talking I figured you for bein a guy that would be straight with me. Then I saw that you were turned on by me, and for a good lookin guy like you, even if you are old, who I guess could pretty much pick any pretty gal your age – it well… really turned me on. Besides, you know how all this shit works, and Heather and I are just winging it. Oh… just to be clear, you can touch me anywhere you want with your hands or your mouth. Just promise not to try and stick your thing inside me, okay?”
“Promise. And if I ever do something you’re not comfortable with, just tell me to stop and I will – I promise that too. Last thing I want to do is hurt you Maggie.”
“Cool… so what do you want to do first? I guess I was in a bit more hurt than I thought.”
“That’s easy,” I said. “I’d love to kiss you, and just gently touch you.”
“For real… that’s all? Want me to take off my clothes first?”
“Nope, not really. I’m more interested in sensing your mood cause kisses don’t lie, and kisses are to me the most sexual act any two people can engage in.”
“You’re being serious, aren’t you?”
“Sure am?”
“I never… well hardly ever kissed a boy before, just Heather and maybe a couple other girls at a sleepover. Can’t say that I know what I’m really doin.”
“For you, it will come quick – trust me. If it starts feeling uncomfortable – and I don’t just mean physically, more emotionally, let me know. Promise?”
“Okay… where do you want me?”
“Just scoot up a little, that should be okay.”
She did, and then looked at me really softly – more softly that I had ever seen her look at anything. Then she puckered her medium thick lips and leaned forward. Since the pucker was unnecessary, I first kissed her quickly on the nose. As she smiled at me when I did that, I gently pressed my damp lips against hers. I was surprised that her lips weren’t tight, and I liked it that they were not closed all the way. I just kissed her around her mouth and then slipped my tongue out to run it along the outline of her lips. Her reaction was to put her arms around my neck and shift her position pulling me closer. I put my hand on her back to help and then decided to slip my hand under her shirt. I really wanted to feel her skin again. Soon, I felt the tip of her tongue taste mine and she opened her mouth even wider. There were two significant rushes for me doing this. First was her lovely mouth and second, I tasted the remnants of Heather’s juices on her mouth and tongue. I lightly sucked on her upper then he lower lip, then sucked her tongue into my mouth. She was already starting to breath irregularly and I swear, I couldn’t remember the last time I had been kissed this way by anyone. She returned the favor soon after and took my tongue into her mouth where I felt her small but fat tongue lap away at me. Then I just let go for a moment and kissed her in a way to tell her how exciting this was to me and pulled away gently after that.
I kissed her forehead and then pulled my head back to look at her. She opened her eyes. They were such a soft light brown with clear whites and they were looking into me as I looked into her. I took a deep breath and I think I sighed. Then I pulled her close for a hug and just held her as she pulled me even closer. She scrunched her head into my shoulder and said, “Never thought a kiss could be as intense as that. It’s goin to take me awhile to understand what happened, but that was amazing. Can it get better Manny?”
“Oh yes… oh yes it can my sweet.”
From off to my left side I heard, “Now that was really something to see… hope I can try that later.”
Maggie and I looked at the same time to see Heather completely naked except for her tennies and white socks.
“Ain’t you got no shame girl… at least put your top back on,” said Maggie.
“Come on Maggie – there ain’t nothing up there to show, so what’s the big deal. And below it’s just a little crack. At our age boys have a lot more to show than we do?”
“That’s not necessarily true Heather.” I said. “Your nipples aren’t little girl nipples any more, and you know that. They’re changing and they look really pretty. Bet they can get sore sometimes too. Right?”
She blushed and smiled and said, “Didn’t know you could tell. Yea they’ve been changing for a couple of months, and sometimes they really get sore – BUT THEY AREN’T SORE TODAY? What to lick them Manny?
Maggie and I started laughing hard. It finished by Maggie saying to me, “I’m sorta shy all the time, I mean about folks seeing me naked, and really careful when I’m at home, but Heather doesn’t understand what shy means. She’d go naked all the time if she could.”
“At home it’s okay cause everyone pretty much doesn’t care or is naked too, but not in school I wouldn’t. Mr. Pensmeyer is a total perv. But it would be fun to watch the boys’ little dicks stay hard all day. But hey… can I get some kissing too?”
I looked at Maggie and she said, “I want more, but she ain’t going to quit asking till you do. I guess you don’t mind… besides you can mess with her cute bare butt, I doubt that she would object., and I know you’d sure like that.”
“Actually,” I said, “I want to blow a raspberry on her tummy some time today.”
Maggie rolled her eyes because as soon as I said that, Heather started giggling really hard, she even doubled over a little holding her stomach. Maggie said, “Told you she was really ticklish. Just thinking about what you said tickled her. Imagine how she gets when you tickle her for real?”
Maggie gave me a quick and unexpected kiss and then pushed herself off my lap by putting one hand on my reasonably hard cock. I said, “Use my thigh the next time… okay?”
Maggie blushed as Heather flew up onto my lap all smiles and bright as sunshine. She sat with her legs outside of mine and folded up. I could feel her bare skin against my legs. That had the added advantage of opening her legs fairly wide as she was so small.
She put her arms around my neck loosely and said, “So… what do we do?”
“Well, for the moment just sit here and let me explore a little. Remember that the other night I spent nearly an hour touching Maggie – that’s how I got to know her and how she responded. I won’t forget about kissing you, I promise. I really want to do that too you know.”
I put my arms around her small back and pulled her in closer to me feeling her thick red hair touching my arms and hands. She snuggled in really close to me and seemed to never stop squirming. Not a lot, but enough to notice. I ran my hands down her back slowly and felt her super small ribs; caressing them firmly enough to hopefully not tickle her. When I got to near her bottom, she lifted it like a cat in heat almost begging me to touch her there. I didn’t just then, and instead wrapped my hands around her waist with my fingers on her front and stroked her upward. She squirmed and giggled a couple of times but a mood was getting set. My hands came up to her small shoulders and upper arms. They were so tiny, and for me her reactions to my ministrations were more pleasing than actually touching her. Her skin was very different than Maggie’s. Maggie had flawless skin and a feeling I’d never experienced. Heather’s had a different kind of magic. It wasn’t as luscious or creamy – Heather’s was tighter and more solid.. and less baby fat underneath. It had texture and that was interesting to touch. Still a young ladies skin is intoxicating. Touching them both at the same time would be a wild ride I thought.
By this time Heather had scrunched into me so tightly that it was getting difficult to breathe, so I ran my hand to her head and pushed it away a little and kissed her on the forehead. Then as her baby blues looked at me, I said, “Roll over sweetie, let me touch your stomach for awhile.
Much slower now she turned around putting her back against my chest and set her crack right centered on my now really engorged cock. The top of her head was right under my chin, so I pulled her down just a little. If I did accidentally tickle her, I didn’t want her to ram her head into my jaw. Again she draped her legs to the outside of mine, and from my vantage I could see her bare utterly hairless mons jutting up from her lower tummy and just a hint of her cleft as well. My cock flexed about three times seeing that.
“Heather giggled and said, “Maggie, his thing is really hard and it likes me a lot. It wiggled all by itself.”
Heather was sitting in her lounger watching us, which was kind of sexy in itself. I looked over to her and said, “Honey, would please you take off Heather’s shoes and socks. She feels uncomfortable with them on now.”
Heather turned and looked up at me and said, “How did you know that? I didn’t until just a second ago.”
“Heather said, he reads bodies and feels stuff. It’s kind of scary but he can get into your head.”
I started by putting my hands on her thighs simply because I didn’t want to have my hands land on her tummy, then I caressed her upwards from there. Her skin there was less textured and smoother, and her muscles were very firm and defined. I could almost wrap my hand around each thigh, and I knew that I couldn’t do that with Maggie’s. As I moved up, Heather’s breathing increased and she was starting to get little goose bumps here and there. I deliberately lowered my hands almost to what I could feel of her tight bottom – avoiding her pubic arch and mons completely, and moved my hands up just above the ridge of her mons. Heather was also getting the beginnings of a pre-pubescent hourglass figure. My eyes liked it when I first saw it and my hands now experienced it as well. I ran my touches almost under her arms.
She was so small that I could only used one hand on her tummy. There was simply no room for them both. She was now getting pretty vocal and breathing rather hard. As my hand passed across her navel I let my index finger explore it. It was so different than Maggie’s. It was a quasi innie-outty. The outty part was like an elliptical O-ring. The inney part was almost flat. I’d never seen or touched one like this before. I traced the outline of her outtie with my finger and Heather started wiggling. Then I pressed into the center of her navel and she pushed back hard against it as well. As I wiggled my finger slowly inside her navel she started grinding her bottom on my cock. As she was wiggling pretty intensely I put my other hand on her chest to keep her as close to one spot as I could. She started moaning and I guessed that the pressure of my finger on her navel was giving her little shocks in her clit. It finally dawned on me that she was getting ready to cum… and I really didn’t want that, at least not just yet. So to derail or postpone the orgasm, I whispered in her ear, “Flip over and let me kiss you.”
She was an agile little thing, and I’m still unsure how she did it, but in a flash she grabbed my wrist, flipped over pushing herself much higher than before and put my hand so it covered her whole pussy, then with her eyes closed she flattened against me and with an open mouth hungrily pressed her lips against mine holding her hands on both sides of my face. Her lips and tongue were all over mine so I steadied her head with my other hand, and we were kissing hungrily up a storm as my fingers instinctively found her super wet slit as I traced my index finger around her hard as a rock little clit. She started jerking and twitching without moving her head save for moving her mouth, lips and tongue like a little expert at love making. Frankly, I got so lost in the moment I didn’t come out of it until I heard her shrill voice and deep panting as she lost it on my lap bucking me and my hand like I was the damn bull in a redneck bar. Man, what an aggressive little tiger this one was. She even managed to wiggle enough so my finger slipped into her vagina past the second knuckle. Oh god, her labia were so soft and so meaty, and as she exploded I blew a load in my shorts. She was almost falling off me to one side as her orgasm continued. I took my free hand and cupped it around her bare little bottom – oh I so loved the feel of that tight firm flesh – and pushed her back onto my center. She was starting to land her bubble and I took my finger out of her vagina and just rubbed her back and bottom until she stopped breathing so hard.
Maggie was laughing quietly as I turned to look at her. “You blew right?”
I know I was flush from the moment but said, “Shit yea I blew. I’m a real mess down there. You could have warned me about her you know.”
“First time I did it to her she scared me to death, I thought she was goin to die right there. She’s been playing with it since before kindergarten, and for her it just keeps getting better and better. I think I have a long road to run just to be able to catch up with her.”
In my state of mind I said, “Maybe not. Maybe I can get you all caught up today, or at least pretty close.”
Heather found her voice, and while she was still going in to little post coital tremors, she put her hands against my face and gave me one more succulent kiss before she said, “Oh Manny… you did most of that without even touching the good parts. That was amazing… my best ever.” Then she kissed me a little slower and a little longer yet again.
I smiled at her and said, “Well sweetie, this is the first time I’ve unloaded with my pants on, and nobody touching my cock so I guess were even.”
“Oh no we aren’t, I promise to make you as happy as I was before we go. Fair is fair.”
Maggie injected, “Please don’t kill him just yet. We can get a lot more out of him if you let him live. Hell girl, me and Manny still got clothes on and have hardly even started. You’re two-for-two already, and right now I’m none-for none, and that’s changing real soon. And to top it all off, now my panties are a mess too.”
The smell of sex from Heather was very strong. It was wafting up from her pussy like Pepi Le Peu trying to woo his latest feline. The scent was full and rich and I have no idea what got into me but just as Heather was having another little rush, I flipped her over and brought her bottom to my face. I took one deep inhale and then sucked her dry from her rosebud to her clit spending a second more tonguing out her vagina. It was glorious, and for my trouble she almost came again. It all happened too quickly for me but my brain loved having my tongue feel those firm and smooth hairless labia, as my nose inhaled her luscious little girl scent.
When I peered over her pubic arch, Heather was smiled at me with her back lying on my legs and her face was glowing. Catching Maggie from a side view, she was a tad startled at what I had just done, and had this astonished look on her face.
“That was so cool, Manny,” said Heather. “Do it some more.”
That’s when Maggie got off her lounger and came over to mine, lifted Heather off my lap and was getting ready to climb on when she said, “Oh shit Heather… You got your goo all over the top of his shorts.”
Then she looked at me and said, “Manny, you better change those. They’re a mess inside and out.”
That’s when Heather said, “Hey… what time is it. Mom said I had to be home by two o’clock. She wants me to go shopping with her.”
Maggie walked in and looked at the clock in the kitchen and said, “Girl, you better get going, it’s almost one forty-five.”
“Aha crap… and this was just getting interesting,” said Heather.
As Heather was about to run out of the house naked, Maggie said, “STOP!” You got to get dressed Heather. Maggie and Heather ran around the house getting various items of clothing and thankfully her shorts were dry. As she was about ready to leave; Maggie said, “Don’t say nothin… okay? I mean nothin. Calm down before you get home, and as soon as you do, go change – get into a dress and put on some panties. Be cool. We’ll talk about this tomorrow… okay?”
Heather said, “This was so much fun and Manny… thanks. And Maggie, I promise I won’t say anything. You and Manny figure when we can come over again… really soon too.”
Holding my shorts all smashed up against me so the goo wouldn’t fall on the floor, I bent over to give Heather a little kiss. Then Maggie did too as she walked her outside to her bike.
As they headed out the back door, I headed into the bathroom to clean up picking up another pair of sweat shorts on my way.
Chapter 9 – A not so lazy afternoon
When I walked out of the bathroom, Maggie was standing in the hall way. She took my hand and walked me into the bedroom saying, “Gee Manny, I love her a lot, but she can get so wired up it frazzles me sometimes. That’s just the way she is. Time to slow down, and time to play – you okay with that?”
“Sounds great. She was certainly a real surprise. I stepped a lot further over the line today already than I had ever intended to, but she is pretty amazing.”
When we got into my bedroom she stopped and looked up at me. She smiled and said, “You did a good thing for her… really. She’ll be okay until later this evening. That’s when she’ll start thinking about what happened and get all riled up and happy again. Hopefully she’ll be in bed by then.”
As I sat down on the edge of the bed, she walked into me between my legs and put her arms around my neck and came in for another kiss. It was sweet, gently and didn’t last too long. As she pulled back and looked at me she said, “It is okay with you if we just take our clothes off and play some… on the bed? Besides I want to see you naked, and my guess is that you’d like the same.”
For once I blushed. She saw it and smiled still staying quiet waiting for an answer.
“I’d love to Maggie – and have wanted to since the other night, but I’m concerned about a couple of things. First is I’m very attracted to you and if we do this, I’m going to get really hard, and you’re going to feel my cock against your body – maybe in places you might feel uncomfortable with. Second is that I don’t want to scare you. You’re still little and I’m grown, so my cock may surprise or frighten you.”
She actually stifled a giggle, smiled and said, “I have three brothers and a dad. Martel is twenty, and unless you’re swinging a twelve-inch cock the size of a drain pipe like he does, ain’t much goin to scare me. I’ve watched my brothers whacking off, and shootin stuff for years. Sometimes they caught me lookin, but mostly not. So I don’t think you got anything I haven’t already seen. Besides, it ain’t fair you pleasing just me – you got to get something out if it too. Not that I’ve played with a man’s cock, but I’ve messed with a couple of boys around twelve or a little older. Come on… let’s check out each others stuff… okay? I’m really curious.”
This was so unreal to me. Here I’m talking with a young girl in a more open conversation than I probably ever had with an adult woman, and I was fascinated by all this while at the same time being mystified by the whole experience.
“What time do you have to be home today, Maggie?”
“Eight-thirty… That gives us six hours… should be fun and make up for all the junk Heather did to us both. Funny thing is that getting her off really turns me on.”
By this time I was flaccid again, and I thought maybe that’s a good place to start. I looked to Maggie and said, “Okay… I’m game. Where do you want to start honey?”
She just walked up to me and lifted my t-shirt by the sides. I put my arms up and she pulled it off me. She looked at my chest and started touching me, starting with my shoulders and then working across my chest, teased my nipples a little and then smiled as they started to get hard.
“I’m glad you don’t have a really hairy chest, and Hairy backs are just gross. But I can see you got some going from your belly button and down under your shorts.” She stroked my arms and back just checking me out. It almost felt more like an annual physical rather than something sexual. I just let her play.
“Okay, Manny; stand up.” I did and she started lowering my shorts. I was a little harder than earlier, but not by much. She pulled my shorts down so the elastic stopped at the top of my cock then ran her hand across my lower stomach and around my hips.
“You trim your pubes, don’t you?”
“Yep?” I said.
“So do my older brothers… and damn if they didn’t they’d never get any.”
I guessed why she spent so much time running her hand over my pubes but I didn’t ask. After a minute or two of discovery, she pulled the elastic band above my cock, and looked down into my shorts. She ran her hand inside my shorts and carefully felt around, but surprisingly she started stroking and feeling my scrotum. That caused my cock to react pretty fast and I started growing. She was staring into my shorts and then I heard her giggle.
“Never been doing this as one of them started growin bigger.”
She pulled at the elastic of my shorts and carefully pulled them down below my bottom and then pulled the elastic away from my cock to drop my shorts on the floor. As my cock was still growing, she reached around and started stroking my ass. As she did that, she kissed me on my belly button. When that happened my cock flexed and bopped her in her neck.
“Never saw sandy blond pubes before. They are really silky, not all nappy like my brothers. You got a really nice solid guy butt too, Manny. But I really like your cock. I guess it got cut when you were a baby – right?”
“Yes, it was circumcised.”
“Never saw one like that before – cept in the pornos. I like yours better – it’s kind of pretty. Uncut ones can look kind of ugly. Why don’t you have any hair on your balls?”
“I shave it off, why?”
“Well, I like that too.”
She finally took my cock in her hand and just played around with it, looking at it moving it around, again like she was discovering it. There was almost insatiable curiosity in this young lady and she was as smooth about it as if she was just playing with a vegetable. Maggie seemed very sure of herself and relaxed about it.
She circled her long slender fingers around it and started slowly stroking it, from about mid cock to the tip. It was really hard now and sticking straight out in front of me.
“It’s nice and long, nearly as long as Charles’s cock, just not as thick. How long are you?”
“A little more than six inches I think, but it’s not as thick as most cocks of my length.”
“Yea, Charles’ is almost twice as thick. I think I like yours better. More possibilities you know. Want me to… you know… get you off?”
“You can do whatever you want Maggie, but if you want to do that, I’d be a lot more comfortable lying down. When I come, my legs might collapse under me. I guess you already know that if I do cum, I’m going to shoot a lot of white stuff, right?”
“Am I doin this right, Manny?”
“Longer strokes would be better?”
“Oh… yea I know about jiz. That’s what my brother Martel calls it. Caught him once with his girl friend. They were doin it big time. She kept complaining that he wasn’t wearing a condom. When he came, he pulled out and shot all over that poor girl. He squirted so far that he got a big glob of it on her neck. Really grossed her out. I thought it was funny… her bein all afraid of some white junk. Most girls are really weird. Are these strokes better now?”
“Yea… but may I please lie down?”
“Shit yea… go ahead,” she said not stopping stroking my cock for a second.”
“I will when you let my cock go.”
She actually blushed then let is go as I lay down on the bed. “Thanks I said.”
She bounced up on the bed and it was already getting dark purple from her stroking, the veins were bulging and my urethra was quite open. After I got situated she put both hands around it and continued. Some clear pre-cum oozed out of my urethra and she stopped for a moment.
“What’s that?”
I looked down and said, “The same kind of stuff that comes out of your vagina when you get wound up.”
“Oh,” she said.
I said, “It’s lubrication for intercourse. Girls produce more mostly, but guys make the stuff too.”
“Does it taste like Heather’s junk?”
“Not sure,” I said.
Another glob oozed its way out of my cock and Maggie stopped stroking and licked it off with her tongue as my cock pulsed about three times.
She gave me a nasty little smile and said, “Oooo buddy, your cock likes tongue huh? And yea, it does taste a lot like Heathers, only hers has more flavors, but the texture is similar. I think your cock would like lips and tongue – right?”
“Entirely up to you and what you feel comfortable with. Trust me, I plan on mopping your puss clean with my tongue once I get a chance. Wish you had you had your panties off so I could do it now. Sucking puss is one of my very favorite things.”
“You really are a perv… I think you lied to me when you said that I was the first young girl you ever messed with.”
“Nope… you are… were, the very first… well technically that was Heather, but you were the one who made me aware that little girls could be very sexy. And you my dear are about as sexy as it gets.”
“Why?”
“Hummm… I just guess I have had a latent thing for tomboys. Can’t say I’m disappointed either.”
All of this conversation was bothering me because I kept getting and then loosing the mood to get off. And I really wanted to get off – no matter how she decided to do it. So I said, “Maggie, I’m really getting excited now and would really appreciate you either stop playing with my cock, or finishing me off before we talk much more. Sometimes, quiet is good.”
Wordlessly she went back to jerking me off with both hands. I closed my eyes and began to really feel her small hands working my cock. She was getting better at it all the time. Once I felt her lick the head of my cock again it flexed a couple of times. My breathing was getting deep and little jolts of wonder were fluttering through my body when she covered just my cock head with her mouth and started sucking on it, and licking it with her tongue. That put me over the top and just before my body rocked with orgasm I did tell Maggie that I was about to cum. As I started squirming on the bed with a most satisfying and stimulating cum I opened my eyes to watch her reaction. It was difficult but so worth it. She removed one hand from grasping my cock and placed her cupped palm just above my cock head like a little umbrella. When I blew, I blew right into her hand – shot after shot of hot cum. Some of it stuck to her hand and some if it fell back onto me. The cool thing was that she put her head on my thigh to watch me squirt, and she was smiling from ear-to-ear. How a great cum can be super exciting and funny at the same time remains a mystery – but this was. After my last bolt of cum ended she waited a second and then removed her palm from above me cock and looked at the goo in her hand. Looking back at my cock, the head glistened with cum. She moved her head forward and nonchalantly covered it with her beautiful lips and sucked it all off – swallowed and then I could see her tasting my cum inside her mouth with her tongue.
“Well that wasn’t as horrible tasting as I thought it might be… actually not too bad at all. I figured since you liked girl slobbers, I should at least try yours. Looked like you really enjoyed that.”
“I sure did, you did great… really great, and thanks; so much so that I’m pretty sure that you’ve done this before – right?”
As her face reddened she said, “Only a few times… and their cocks were nothing like yours, and only one of them squirted some really thin stuff. The other boy wasn’t shooting yet. I really like your cock, Manny, and I think it likes me too.”
“Cocks are dumb Maggie – they like anyone who touches and plays with them, but add my brain into it, yea… my cock and brain really liked you doing that a lot. I love your hands, they are very sexy.”
She blushed again and then she got up off the bed and ran down the hall. I heard the water running and in a flash she was back after rinsing off her hand and brought in a damp wash cloth. She wiped up the dribbles on me and went back to the bath room. A couple of minutes later she was back standing by the side of the bed.
“Do you like my skirt?” She said with that devilish look in her soft brown eyes.
“Yea,” I said not knowing where this was going. “I like it a lot. It makes your legs look super.”
She reddened a little and then twirled her body around twice. It was just long enough for me to see that she had taken off her panties and flashed her little pussy at me.
Waiting for my reaction, I said, “Do tomboys twirl their skirts just to show off their bare little girl cocks?”
Her reaction was amazing. She beamed in delight at what I had said, and twirled around a few more times. Getting dizzy she flopped down on the bed and said, “You know just the right thing to say, don’t you Manny. That was sweet… I like it… I have a girl cock. It just goes inside me instead of pointing out, which is a lot less rude if you ask me.”
That said, she jumped into my arms and gave me one of her amazing kisses. When she finished she said, “Had to take off my panties – they were almost as wet as Heather’s. Your boy co… sorry man cock got me really hot and bothered. It feels so neat. I want to play with it lots more.”
“It and I feel the same way Maggie and we both would love for you to play with it anytime you want.” I said.
Going all little girl on me she said, “Goodie. Now I want to make out and have you lick me all over and let you play with my girl cock.”
I just pulled her closer and started kissing her. I ran my hand back under her shirt, but it was a bit snug, so after kissing her for a little time, I pulled her top off of her. And what a lovely little surprise I found. She was a little more developed than Heather. She had well formed round and light brown nipples that were starting to get hard, and they were set on very small mounds of firm flesh.
So surprised was I to find them I said, “Wow… your chest is so pretty it hurts. Beautiful… just beautiful.”
She beamed at me and this was really the first time her eyes really sparkled at me. Her smile was different too. I believe that the flattery was taken seriously by her and she was really feeling special.
“I’m still really flat,” she said.
“Well big maybe in – but flats where it’s at,” I said. “Never liked them big, always liked them small and cute. And that’s the truth. If you don’t believe me though, neither do my buddies, but I’ve never taken out a girl with them bigger than a B-cup, and truthfully, that’s almost too large for my tastes. If I can’t get the whole thing… you know, a breast in my mouth – it’s too big. You just gotta have standards.”
Maggie started laughing hard. When
she quieted down she said, “You’re the nicest perv I’ve ever met.”
“How many have you met?” I asked seriously.
“Now you’re talking too much, Manny – make me tingle... please.”
“Take off your skirt and I will.”
In a flash it was gone and tossed onto the floor. I took her and put her on her back lying on the bed with me resting on my elbows looking down at her. I pushed her hair away from her forehead and just looked at her beautiful face. She started getting all shy and some pinkness flushed her skin. I gently touched her face and then bent down and kissed her eyes and nose, then ran my tongue around the edge of her ear. She got a chill and then reached her arms loosely around me and started caressing my sides, back, and chest. We started kissing and alternately I would kiss and lightly suck on her neck. I bit her chin and moved lower to kiss her collar bone and just the top of her breast bone. While I was kissing her there, I pulled her left arm above her head and over her hair. I kissed her collar bone to her shoulder and then moved my hand just above her mons to where I thought the top of her slit was. As I kissed her on her right side just below her collar bone I slid my hand over and touched the top of her cleft just above her clit and slowly started tracing my finger upwards. At the same time I moved my tongue to her arm and drew a trail of moisture with my tongue as it slid very slowly right across her underarm.
She sucked in a deep breath as her skin started to get pebbly, then I reversed directions doing the same thing again. Her chest moved farther to the right resisting the tickle it caused her. I heard a small giggle and then a huge sigh as my tongue came to rest dead center of her arm pit and my finger tip slid across her clit.
She shivered and mumbled unintelligibly. She slid my head away from her pit and pulled me to kiss her. When she had me where she wanted me, she started feasting on my lips in a very deep and long lasting kiss. As we did that, with my single digit still in her slit, I used it to trace her firm labia on the outside. She broke the kiss to take a few deep breaths.
I took the opportunity to move to her breast bone again and in a short time my tongue encountered a hard nipple. I could feel the tiny small mound of flesh tighten as I worked my tongue slowly to her nipple. I traced it around her small aureole then covered her whole nipple with my lips and sucked her breast into my mouth, such as there was of it. Flicking her nipple with my tongue, I closed my lips together and lightly sucked on the nib of her nipple. She was now nearly panting and scratching at my back with her fingernails.
Soon enough I went to her other breast and did similar things and I curled her other arm around her head. She thought she knew what was coming, but I dropped her arms there and ran my fingers instead of my tongue down over both her upper arm and arm pit as my mouth went to find her belly button. She arched her back in response and started cooing. Her lips were glossy with moisture and just as I returned to suckle on her navel she bit her lower lip and twisted her head sighing once again. I ran my hands over her chest playing with her swollen tiny breasts and tweaking her nipples as my mouth and tongue played with her navel. I covered her whole pussy with my other hand exploring every wonderful texture my brain could understand. She was close to cuming, but my plan was far more involved. I waited for her first orgasm, lightly playing with her pussy and stomach, while caressing her chest. It came sooner than I thought, as I wasn’t really stimulating her clit all that much. Just a touch around the little bud here and there set her off. She squirmed in delight and I could feel the moisture from her vagina flow heavier as she reached her climax. Immediately, I moved lower and just as she was starting to come down, I licked her slit from vagina to clit stopping on its hard little tip and flicked it with my tongue. Her hips rose off the bed and she plunged her pussy into my mouth. I took it all and sucked it in hard as my tongue circled her clit. She went wild flinging her legs and torso around the bed gasping for air and moaning and sighing deeply. As I eased off her climax lessened. That’s when I pushed her legs apart and opened her pedals wide with my fingers and looked at her masterpiece. Her clit was still dancing a little as I swabbed it with my tongue. My surprise was that her vaginal opening was much larger than I had anticipated and there was no hymen left inside her. Her labia minora were tiny and her redish vagina glistened and leaked with the most wonderful tasting juices imaginable. Gently touching around her clit with my finger I pushed my tongue into her vagina deeply, and started tongue fucking her. She was climbing to her third orgasm and was completely out of it. She was really getting loud now just talking gibberish in between the moans and sighs. I dashed my tongue over her clit lightly a few times and when I thought she was at her peak of pleasure, I rammed my tongue inside her rose bud as I flicked her clit with my nose. I had my hands now under her ass and had lifted her off the bed. Her buns were solid and so very pretty as was the arch of her pussy set on that high pelvic bone. She bucked at me as she rode her way to another orgasm. By this time I had all I could do to control myself and not stick my cock inside her, and oh how I wanted to do that. But I lightly pulled away and crawled up close to her head and face and with the remnants of her juices on my lips and face gently kissed her. She pulled me toward her and sucked my lips inside of hers and pressed herself into me very tightly pulling at my back from behind. I was uncomfortable so I rolled her over on top of me and let the kiss continue as I reached down to really enjoy the feel of her tight buns. She was just starting to come down, and she pushed herself up to a sitting position, and lazily opened her eyes to look at me. She smiled as best as she could, then blinked a couple of times to clear the tears from her eyes. She was sitting across my stomach, but then lifted herself and moved lower and sat down placing her longish slit right on top of my cock. She put her hands to rest on my hips and she started sliding her slit up and down my cock, sometimes making the head disappear into her folds.
“Feels so good… feels so wonderful… don’t want it to end… never came three times in a row before… never so intense” she said weakly.”
No matter how wonderful it felt for my cock to slide down her moist slit I went to lift her off of me. She opened her eyes as I lifted her and said, “No… this is okay.”
“It won’t be if you get the right angle and I end up in your vagina. I promised remember.”
She weakly smiled and said, “Yea you did, but I didn’t.” I could see her skin twitch from the new little rushes going all over her body and her movements got stronger. My cock was feeling like party was coming to town and all happy, hot and excited.
“Play with my titties, Manny,” she said.
“Honey you need to get off my cock. I’m getting really excited here.” But nonetheless my hands found her breasts and as I gritted my teeth I gently twisted her nipples and pulled them a little.
Another huge sigh and several twitches showed me she was pretty out of it, but her movements caused another thing to happen. As her hips moved backwards on the next movement of her sliding across my cock, its head found her entrance as she slid forward. Before I knew it, the head of my cock had entered her. She froze and I didn’t move either. As she opened her eyes she looked at me she then started twisting her hips making them slip more of me into her. Not much, but god did it feel amazing.
“I shouldn’t keep doing this, should I,” she said, twisting harder.
“Probably not, Maggie. We’ve got all the time in the world to do this. Why not just lay down on my chest. That’ll be enough for me to just pop it right out of you.”
“Don’t know if I wanna… damn Manny this feels so damn good. How much of you is in me you think?”
“A little more than an inch… maybe two. Does it hurt?”
“Not yet – feels amazing, and your dick is so damn hot too. She twisted again and another inch slipped into her. She sighed and arched her back and neck. When she looked at me again she said, “Still don’t hurt Manny, and every time it don’t hurt it starts feeling better.”
“That’s the way it is supposed to happen, but I’m not wearing a condom and this is really risky.”
“Yea, but I ain’t bled yet, so I think we are okay.”
“Famous last words sweetie.”
I was really struggling with this. As the adult I should have just pulled out using my hips, but like I’d heard it said, For a guy there is only enough blood inside a mans body to run his brain or his cock, and there was no doubt where the blood was.
She started stroking my cock now and it came as surprise when she slipped her tight wet sheath on to me a little more. My cock flexed about three times and she nearly howled. It also caused her to slip further down my shaft, then I felt her vaginal muscles tighten on my cock.
“Damn that’s a fine cock. Oh Manny this feels so damn good… wanta just go with it?”
Something inside me took over. It was one of those crossroads where you decide to go down the right road or the wrong one. Deciding which is which in this case was the real bitch of it.
Fuck, fuck fuck my head said as I rolled us both over to our right side and pulled back with my hips. Half way through the tumble towards the bed she curled her legs around my back and pulled us together as I pulled away. By the time we both laying on our sides, I had another inch of my cock inside her.
She giggled, and I almost got angry. “You know you aren’t making it easy for me to do the right thing here Maggy… god damn it!”
Her ankles were locked together behind my back as she said, “I gotcha just where you want to be.” As she said that, she stroked about three times on my cock. On the last stroke as my cock was coming out I held onto her hips with my hands and pulled out completely. My cock head ended up cozying right up to her rose bud.
Her eyes came wide open and she looked at me almost angry and said, “You bastard… you actually pulled out… but don’t get no idea about putting it in my bottom hole. That’d hurt something awful… well maybe.”
As opposed to saying something regrettable, I pulled her toward me and kissed her. When we finished I said, “I promised you I wouldn’t – and while the temptation was greater than I could imagine – I stopped. I don’t ever want to break a promise to you sweetie.
She didn’t say anything but she did push me on my back and then to my surprise she grabbed my cock and lowered her mouth onto it. Using one hand and her mouth it wasn’t long before I came again. Her tongue was lapping at my glans and it was amazing. She took my cock a lot deeper into her mouth than before and I rode out an earth shattering orgasm blowing into her mouth completely forgetting to let her know it was happening. When she pulled her mouth off me, her face was dripping cum, but I saw her swallow too.
After swallowing a couple of times and licking her lips she smiled at me and said, “That was some mean load you tossed my way Manny. But I got a better taste than before and swallowed as much as I could. Why are guy’s always messier than girls?”
Assuming her question was rhetorical I didn’t say anything to her. She wiped her face with her hand and licked the rest off her hand and swallowed. That kind of grossed me out, but she seemed to really like it.
She came and kissed me softly and said, “If I hadn’t made you cum, it would have still been hard and I would have jumped on it again – that’s why I did that. I love your cock Manny, and you are some very special man. Next time, we are going to do this for real. I had a taste and I want as much as can fit inside me. I think you are meant for fucking little girls – your cock feels so amazing. Oh… did I do it… I mean suck it okay?”
“Oh yea honey… you sure did. It was amazing. You’ve done that before too, right?”
“Na ha… that was the first time.”
“Wow, I said aloud. You certainly are a natural. I’ve had women who have been doing this for fifteen years not come close to being as good as that, and the ones that are weren’t hardly any better. You got some natural talent Maggy.”
“That’s cause you made love to me Manny. You let yourself go and I exploded like I’ve never done before… four times. Maybe we both have natural talent, or was it just my little hairless pussy that got you going?”
As I kissed her on the nose again I said, “Your girl cock was amazing too. Oh how nice it felt being inside of you. So that certainly helped, but it’s really you that I love kiddo. You are very sexy, and I swear to you, you are more natural about what we’ve done today than girls much older. Sometimes, I forget that you are so damn young.
“Well, I forget that you are so damn old you could be my daddy, but that don’t make no difference to me. Daddy’s love their little girls don’t they?
“I’m sure that they do, but certainly not the way I love you,” I said.
“Don’t count on that. I have some girlfriends that I just know are messing around with their daddy’s, sometimes even their moms, or brothers. It’s just that most of it is kept real quiet else somebody’s goin to jail.”
Changing the subject for fear of starting up a conversation on that topic, I said, “I’m a little hungry. What say we get us a snack?”
“Like what?”
“How about a hot fudge sundae with pecans and whipped crème?”
Maggie smiled and said, “Now you couldn’t a known that’s one of my favorites, could you?”
“Didn’t know, but it’s my favorite. One scoop or two?”
“Three,” she said emphatically.
“Good girl, I replied. I always make a three scooper for myself anyway.”
The afternoon finished nicely and Maggie left about six-thirty. We agreed that on school nights, she couldn’t come over unless she really needed my help with something other than messing around. We agreed that if she was free next Saturday, she and maybe Heather would come by and we could go for a bike ride in the park.
Chapter 10 – Saturday Adventures with Heather
Around two o’clock on Saturday, I figured that the girls had found something better to do than spend their time with an old guy like me. I closed up the garage after finally getting that ATV completed and was getting ready to take a shower. I was thinking about calling Sally Ann to see if we could get together tonight when there was a knock on the back door.
I opened the door to find Heather standing there.
“Hi,” she said, “Sorry I’m late but mom made me help her in the garden and I couldn’t get away. She’s getting the beds prepared for planting next week.”
“Nice to see you again… come on in. Oh… next time, push the door bell button. If I was anywhere but the kitchen when you knocked, I wouldn’t have heard it.”
“Sure,” she said as we walked into the kitchen. “If you still want to ride bikes in the park, I’ll call Maggie, otherwise she will just come over here in a half-hour or so. They have her working at the bakery today – two people called in sick today probably cause it’s so nice outside.”
“A ride sounds nice, and you’re right, it’s a perfect day… unless you both wanted to do something else?”
“Oh, we want to do that too… trust me, but I figure we have a half hour of playtime now, and we can still meet up with Maggie at the Park and have a nice ride.”
My reference had nothing whatsoever to do with us having sex. How could I not laugh. Kids are amazing and so open about how they are feeling. No games, or I’ve got a headache – just straight talk so I said, “Do you think Maggie would mind?”
“No she really wanted to ride off some of her anger. That bully got to her yesterday again. She calms down after riding hard or something like that.”
I just let it go and said, “Call her – Let her know we’ll meet up with her at the X in thirty minutes. Now, I’m going to take a shower, so there are some brownies I just made on the counter. You know where the glasses are, so get some milk too. I’ll be out in 15 minutes.”
As I walked away she was using my phone to call Maggie.
Not two minutes later the bathroom door opened and I heard her say, “She said she’d meet us, but it’s going to take her longer. Maybe fifty minutes.”
“Okay, I said.” I heard the bathroom door close and a few seconds later the shower door started to open and I jumped and nearly slipped as I saw Heather’s face peering in at me.
“Can I come in too?” She asked.
“Your hair will get soaked and it’ll take a long time to dry it, so best not. I don’t have a hair dryer.”
She disappeared for a moment then said, “I found a bath cap,” then I saw this pretty little leg stepping into the shower followed by the rest this gorgeous little girl complete with a bath cap; jump into my shower.
Her eyes were fixed on my cock.
“You want to get out now after seeing the beast,” I said.
“WOW… Hell no Manny… It’s just… WOW.” Then she looked up at me and said, “Heather told me what youse guys did after I left… but she didn’t tell me it was so… well WOW. Can I touch it?”
“Hummm, I said… Let me think about this a minute,” I said as I put my hand to my jaw looking contemplative about answering her question.
About a half-second later I heard her say “Ah screw it,” and she walked up to me with her hands extended lifting my cock with one hand and then sort of patted it on top with her other hand.
“It ain’t a puppy kid; petting is for dogs.” I said.
She giggled and said, “I know… it’s a snake and I think snakes like to be petted.”
Of course by now my erection was growing much faster then I thought it would. She surprised me by wrapping her hand around it and then she squeezed it; pretty hard too.
In a very moderate voice I asked, “Why did you do that, Heather?”
Her hand suddenly released my cock and she looked up at me with sad eyes and said, “Sorry Manny, I didn’t mean to hurt it.”
I laughed and said, “You didn’t hurt it at all – I just wondered why you did that?”
Her eyes brightened up quickly and then she squeezed it again and said, “I can feel it pulsing in my hand… and that’s way cool. Never saw one grow before. Do you tell it to get bigger?
“Nope… it just does what it does, and when it likes getting touched it gets big. I can try not to let it, but it’s really a war I generally loose. Hey… mind if I finish my shower?”
“Sure… when you’re done hand me the wash cloth and let me clean the dirty parts, okay?”
“Who’s dirty parts?”
Still holding my cock she said, “Mine. Wanta make sure I’m clean down there. I had a yucky poo this morning. I’ll clean yours too if you want.”
She looked disappointed when I said, “Already got them… that’s where I start.”
“How do I make it squirt, Manny? Heather liked it when you squirted, she said it was very cool. Did she really swallow your stuff? She said she did.”
“And you don’t believe her?”
“Yea, but sometimes she makes up stuff… not a lot, but sometimes.”
“Well she did, she was a mess. I forgot to tell her that I was going to cum. It shot all over her face, but mostly in her mouth.”
Heather giggled pretty hard. “She didn’t tell me all that. Was she surprised?”
“Not sure, but I think she really liked it.” I said.
“Manny… my button get’s me off. Where’s your button?” Please tell me, I really want to see it squirt.”
I lifted my cock and showed where the glans were then told her that while that spot made it all happen, my whole cock was really sensitive too, and stroking the whole thing was how it was generally done.
She said, “Got it. If you just played with my button it would get too intense, but playing with my whole pussy feels really terrific – right?”
“I love playing with your whole pussy and to me it feels amazing, as to how it feels to you – sadly, I’ll never know that.” I said.
She looked up at me once more and said, “One hand or both?”
“Both,” I answered, “or hands, lips, tongue – no teeth though. Whatever you are comfortable with, really.”
She giggled again and then started stroking my cock with both of her hands.
After a few strokes I said, “Don’t grip it so tightly. Then I took some hair conditioner and squirted it on my cock to make it slicker.”
“That’s neat,” she said.
“Yea… tell me about it. Take longer strokes sweetie.”
She did and as the hair conditioner washed away she kissed the tip of my cock and licked it with her tongue. She actually probed my urethra with the little sharp point of her tongue. That was a little scary, but felt really nice.
She got into it really good and I started feeling weak in the knees so I grabbed the pipe leading to the shower head with one hand as I stroked her back and shoulders. By this time she had put her mouth over my cock head and I just knew she was working her way to my glans. Sooner than I thought she got there and used her tongue on my glans. That got things moving really fast.
After a minute or so I said, “Heather, I’m just about ready to shoot. Time to take your mouth away.”
Without stopping what she was doing and with my cock in her mouth and her little hands pumping the monster she shook her head no.
My pucker hole tightened and the first bolt was coming up the chute when I said, “Right now.”
She took her mouth off my cock, backed off a little and giggled really hard as three ribbons of cum hit her in her face, and chest. As the fourth shot bolted she had her mouth in front of the one-eyed monster and caught it dead on in her mouth. She played with the cum a little too long, and as she swallowed another bold hit her closed lips. Not to miss another shot she clamped her lips around my cock head and got about three short shots for her trouble. I was glad I had grabbed on to the pipe. Weak in the knees I would have surely slipped had I not done that.
“Damn girl, that was great. Thanks a lot,” I said.
“That was fun, Manny. Your thing likes me doesn’t it?”
“My thing likes what you do to it, but I doubt that it will ever remember your name. But I will, that’s for sure.”
Steadied, I really wanted to kiss her, so I bend down a little and lifted her up. She curled her legs around my waist and this time I giggled. She had a stripe of cum on her forehead where I couldn’t see it before. I wiped it off with my finger and tossed it on the shower floor.
“Don’t waste good eats Manny… you shulda given it to me.”
“Sorry kid… next time. I promise.”
Her face scrunched up and she said, “Sorry Manny.”
I had no idea what she was talking about until I felt something really warm trickling down my lower stomach. I leaned her back away from me and saw a golden stream shooting out from between her legs. It was a big stream, and powerful too. It also lasted longer than I thought possible.
Just as she finished I could see she was about to start crying. I pulled her close to me, kissed her forehead and said, “Thanks Heather… that was really sexy.”
Her eyes opened as bug as saucers and she said, “You mean you’re not mad at me?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“Well Manny, I just peed all over you like a baby… I mean I didn’t really know I had to go until I went, but… you think it was really sexy?”
“It had never crossed my mind that it could be sexy until you did that, but yea… it was different and sadly, I kind of enjoyed it.”
“Why sadly?”
I whispered, “Because maybe enjoying it makes me a sicko, and that’s disturbing.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” She asked.
“Sure, what is it?”
“I always pee in the shower whether I want to or not, and sometimes I try and aim for my legs. It feels neat. I even tasted it once, and it wasn’t bad either. It made my tummy tingle… I mean not inside my stomach, just my tummy around my belly button. So, I guess I’m a sicko too, huh?”
“Does Maggy do the same thing?”
She blushed bright red when I asked that. Then looking down and not at me she said, “Sometimes we have pee fights. I don’t know how she does it, but she can aim pretty good. I’m not too good at that.”
“Just practice some more, you’ll get it down. You’ve got a big stream kid.”
“Maggie say’s I’m the only girl on the planet with a huge bladder.”
“What to try something weird?”
“Sure,” she said, “What?”
“Take my cock and put it between our stomachs. Then kiss me.”
Without hesitation she did exactly that and she came in for some wonderful kisses. Just as we really got into it, I let go. The stream must have come up to near her breasts then flowed back down her and ran over her stomach and pussy.
She pulled away from my lips and started to laugh. “Wow that feels way cool. Next time aim it into my belly button. When Maggie does that to me, I can nearly get off.”
It lasted longer than I thought and it was the first time I started getting hard as I peed.
I said, “Okay… I’m turning into a prune. So let me finish up and then let’s dry off.”
I tossed her the wash cloth and we were out of there in no time. She grabbed her clothes on the way to my bedroom. Once there. I grabbed her and kissed her some more then tossed her on the bed.
“Spread your legs kiddo, we’ve got to make this quick.”
Her smile went very wide and her eyes sparkled as she split herself in two and said, “You ain’t going to fuck me are you?
“No,” I said, “I’m going to lick you, and suck on your puss something awful.”
Her enthusiasm dimmed somewhat, but she said, “Great… but when you going to put it in?”
Looking at her splayed out on my bed was so exciting I can’t tell you. Her pussy lips were open revealing her open vagina and tiny labia minora. Even her little pink shriveled pucker could be seen. Some moisture was already escaping her vag. She was one horny little girl, I thought.
I jumped on the bed and blew a raspberry on her stomach which made her go crazy, I mean wild all over the bed. She was laughing so hard she was nearly breathless. I let her calm down and kissed her briefly on her lips.
“Sorry,” I said. “Didn’t know it would be that intense.”
“Felt really good… but any more and it would have started hurting. You can do that anytime you want.”
I kissed her again and looked at the clock and knew I had to do this fast if we were to meet Maggie on-time, so after another fast kiss I started to work on her. It wasn’t anything long and slow or fancy, just some fast kisses to her nipples a squeeze here and there, then I walked my tongue down her breast bone, played with her belly button for a time, then gently rubbed her stomach as my other hand opened her lips. I really hadn’t seen her innards as yet.
Her mound wasn’t quite as high as Maggie’s was, but her labia were broader and fatter. She had a big pussy, and not a hair on it to distract from the view… I mean not even a little fuzz, just plain, smooth, silky, unflawed, beautifully puffy, and firm skin. A feast for my eyes and soon for my mouth.
I got comfortable between her legs and opened her lips with both thumbs. Her vagina was open and like Maggie no hymen could be seen. Her hole wasn’t as large as Maggie’s, but it was close which was a big surprise to me. And her little butt hole was the same color as the rest of her flawless bottom. Damn that was so cute.
I dove into the flesh and just started munching on it with my teeth, tongue and lips. I sucked her vag dry as she started squirming around on the bed. This was the second time I had tasted heaven in my mouth and it was so stimulating I was hard almost instantly. Poor Heather’s pussy was like a runny nose and I poked my nose inside her vag and wiggled it some. Her hands grabbed my head and pushed me into her farther.
“This is amazing,” she almost yelled.
I could hear her breaths quicken as the sensations rose in her tummy.
I took my index finger - got it wet and inserted it into her vag. As I lightly finger fucked her, I gently stroked her clit with my thumb, and actually alternated stimulating her there between my thumb and the tip of my tongue. I got another finger wet, and then I slipped each wet finger into her vag and butt hole at the same time. I was surprised at how easily it slipped in to her bottom without resistance.
For whatever reason that drove her wild.
She said, “Push… it in… further.” Between quick breathes.
Not knowing which hole she meant I slid them both in and started moving them faster and faster as I licked her clit and chewed on her puffy labia.
As I was eating her, I moved my other hand to caress her chest and tummy. Her nipples were little rocks and her belly button was very sensitive. Remembering the other night I circled her outtie while pushing in harder on her inney. In no more than a few seconds her back arched and her legs went rigid. Her vagina and anus tightened on my fingers and while still arched she spasmed a few times and then went wild yelling at the top of her little lungs; flailing her small body all over the bed.
I just kept doing what I was doing and after a short time stopped being so aggressive as she put her hand over my hand and I eased off. I removed my fingers from her then ran my tongue slowly over her magic parts sucking her dry once more.
When I finished I said, “You okay, kiddo?”
She flung herself at me tossing me onto my back and started kissing me like it was the end of the world. As she kissed me she grabbed my cock and just squeezed and stroked it gently. As she quieted down she opened her eyes and smiled really big. She took in a few deep breathes and said, “That was the most awesome single, double… I dunno… best tingle I’ve ever had. Damn you’re good Manny.”
“Well,” I said, “As your hand can tell, you got me going too. I love your energy, and from where I was it looked really amazing to me. That makes me happy, sweetie.”
“You make me happy Manny. Want me to get you off once more?”
“Don’t have the time… look at the clock.” I said.
“We’ve got to fly,” she said, “I’ll be back in a minute dressed and ready to go.”
That said, she flew off the bed, grabbed her clothes and headed to the can. As I licked my lips, I got dressed. What an afternoon so far.
Chapter 11 – Changing a Bullies ways
We got to the park about ten minutes late and headed to the X. The X was the intersection of two walkway and bike paths that ran through the park. Close by was a picnic area with small BBQ grills that the public could use, maybe ten picnic tables and benches in different stages of entropy. The great thing about this setting was that behind the picnic area was a reasonably sized man-made lake. It was spring fed and the water was better than anything I tasted out of the tap. There was no swimming allowed, but small row boats or pedal boats could be rented, and RC models were allowed. It was the place where people tended to meet up.
Maggie was nowhere in sight. Along the bike path were some park benches so Heather and I found a seat to wait. For an April day it was balmy: Seventy-eight degrees, white fluffy clouds set in an azure blue sky; and a gentle breeze wafted through the park with the early smells of spring in the air.
Heather looked around and then quietly said, “Manny… thanks for before… I had a great gasm. You have to show Maggie how to do that to me, okay?”
“Sure, but lets talk about this later,” then I looked around and nobody was around and continued by saying, “but answer me this, when did you loose your hymen?”
She looked puzzled, then her eyes lit up and she said, “Oh… you mean my cherry?”
“Shhhh. Quiet down a little okay… but yea, your cherry.”
“More than a year ago, I think.”
“What happened… I mean how did you loose it?”
She giggled, then looked around once more, leaned towards me and said, “Maggie and I were playing and she was trying to push stuff into my pussy. She lost hers before then so she didn’t have to. After trying a carrot – that was too cold, then a hot dog – it broke; I found a long cigar tube… you know those aluminum ones with the nice round end on them. She put some goo on it and that broke it.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yea… like a lot. I think it was really thick. Maggie said all she could see was a tiny opening in it. The first time she stuck her finger inside me I bled a lot, cried and screamed so much it scared Maggie. Glad we were home alone that day. The pain didn’t last too long though, but I was sore for a day or two.”
“What did you want to break it anyway?” I asked.
“She was always putting stuff inside her after her cousin screwed her. She hated that but it got her curious. I wanted to do the same thing so…”
It was at that moment when I heard this scream from my left, “Hey bitch… You’re mine… I hope you got money today. Wait until I catch you.”
I couldn’t see who it was because of some trees, but it sounded familiar. It was then that I saw Maggie on her bike come into view. She stood up on her pedals and started pumping very hard heading as fast as she could toward the voice I heard, and she yelled back, “Not today you fuck!”
Heather and I stood up, and then I saw… oh shit… my stupid brother heading straight toward Maggie on his bike. Maggie did a great fake by looking to her left and I heard her scream, “Oh SHIT!”
It distracted Mario enough for him to look to his right. That’s when Maggie poured on the juice and steered her bike in a shallow arc. By the time Mario looked back Maggie was hauling really fast at him almost from the side. She hit his bike dead center, hitting his leg in the process. As Mario went down hard, Maggie flew over the handle bars of her bike and him, did a somersault when she hit the grass, then picked herself up and ran back to Mario who was still recovering from the impact.
Maggie wasted no time. She started kicking Mario in the head and shoulders. As Mario tried to get away, she landed a huge kick right in his balls. She kicked him once more as he doubled up in agony and then with her fists she started smashing them into his face while uttering a string of profanity so intense that it would have made a sailor blush.
By this time Heather and I had run over to where the bike crash happened. Mario was in pretty bad shape by then but Maggie was full on whopping on him. I pulled her away by her arms. She didn’t know who was holding her and that made her even angrier. She started to swear again as her eyes caught Heather standing in front of her. She stopped for a moment, looked up at me and then she just broke down into tears. I let her go as she hugged my waist while sobbing.
As Mario was recovering I said, “Maggie… is this the bully that’s been giving you grief?”
By this time, Maggie was still crying but now she was shaking a bunch as the adrenalin was wearing off. Mario was just moaning in pain and just starting to move.
She said, “Yea, Manny… that’s the
fucker!”
Mario finally looked up and saw me, then said, “What the fuck are you doing here Manny?”
I was really pissed and did something I shouldn’t have. I released Maggie and walked over to Mario, picking him up by pulling and grabbing his t-shirt right below his Adam’s apple. Then with the other hand I hauled off and slapped him across the face so hard his body turned around ninety-degrees. As I let him go, he just fell to the ground.
Heather and Maggie were both stunned and stood there with their mouths open. When I calmed down a little I looked at the girls and said, “Ladies… this is my little brother. I guess you know him from school.”
As I said that, Mario rolled over on the grass and was just about to open his mouth when I said, “Don’t say a word Mario, or you might not make it home today. Two options here, Juvie, or the hospital, and I haven’t decided which - not to mention what we are going to say to mom and dad. Get yourself together, pull those bikes apart – don’t even go near the girls for anything, keep your mouth shut and you may live through this Understand this, I’m frankly in the mood to off your sorry ass right here. Oh… and after the bikes are straightened out, go get some water from the lake and clean yourself up – you’re a mess.”
Maggie and Heather stared at me with open mouths when I told them who the bully was. Maggie had calmed down and I went and put my arm around her shoulder. I looked down at her and then decided to get on my knee to look her over to see if she was okay.
“How you doing, Maggie? Any scrapes or bruises?”
“That fuck is your brother?” She asked completely ignoring the question.
“Hey kiddo… first things first… are you okay?”
“My right hand hurts from
whooping on him, but other than that, I’m okay I guess.”
“You’re still shaking… you cold?”
“No… just the after-jitters, I guess.”
I heard Mario swearing as he pulled the bent wheel of Maggie’s bike from being stuck in his bikes frame.
I turned away from Maggie and said, “Mario… I said don’t say a word, and I meant it. Next word I hear you’re going to get another whack across the mouth – understand?”
I heard some mumbling but nothing concrete so I got up from Maggie and started heading his way with a very nasty look in my eye.
Seeing me coming at him, he said, “Okay Manny… I promise… I’m not saying another word.” He actually had his hands in front of him getting ready to try and block another slap, I guessed.
When I got back to Maggie, she and Heather were sitting on the grass and Heather started laughing.
“What?” said Maggie to Heather.
“I’ve seen you pissed off many times, but nothing like that. You were amazing to watch, and Mario had a look of terror in his eyes when you were pounding on him. Sorry Maggie… it struck me as funny. You really beat him up good.”
The bikes were separated and Mario headed to the lake to get some water. I looked at the girls and said, “Okay guy’s… this could get kinda tricky, so the reason that I know you is…”
Maggie interrupted and continued my sentence, “…because one night my bike had a flat and you fixed it for me. Then Heather and I came by to have you tune our bikes… is that the way you want it to go?”
“Yea… that’ll do. I hope you’re not angry that he’s my brother?”
Maggie looked at me and smiled and said, “I thought I was angry at him until you did your smack-down. Damn Manny, you looked like you wanted to kill him?”
“I did, but I shouldn’t have slapped him – nonetheless after liars and thieves, I detest bullies with a passion, and to find out my brother is one of them put me way over the edge. Trust me… he’ll never bother you again. Not after this day.”
Mario was limping his way back to where we were. His face had swollen in several places. Not to mention the one really juicy black eye starting to close, and his other eye didn’t look a whole lot better.
Mario stopped a few feet away from us, and I turned around to look at him. I stared at him for a good couple of minutes, then said. “Mario with mom and dad giving you an allowance of twenty dollars a week plus lunch money can you tell me why you’ve been taking Maggie’s lunch money?”
He dropped his eyes to look at the ground and didn’t say anything.
A little louder I said, “That question was not rhetorical Mario; now answer me.”
Eventually he said, “I don’t know… really. But I don’t like her and she’s such a little…”
I interrupted and said, “Be very, very careful what you say about her Mario and I mean that.”
“…nasty brat.” He finished saying.
“Did she start all of this or did you? Oh, lying is not a real good idea either.”
“Can’t remember really.”
I turned to Maggie and asked her. I said, “Don’t worry Maggie, just tell me the truth.”
Heather piped up and said, “He started it cause I was there when it happened. One of his friends tripped Maggie walking down the hall in school. She slipped and knocked a book out of Mario’s hands. That’s when it all started.”
“Which one of his friends, Heather?”
“It was Ryan,” answered Maggie.
I looked at the girls and said, “How good are you two at making small signs, maybe 8 X 11 inches big so that people can really read them?”
The both looked confused but Heather said, “Okay, I guess… why?”
“Well, we are all going back to my place after stopping at the art store to pick up some pink poster board and paint. When we get there you girls are going to make two identical signs. They are going to say, I got beat up by a little girl because I stole her lunch money. Then on Monday, and all week long, Mario is going to wear one sign on his t-shirt and the other one on the back of it. If he is on school grounds he has to wear the signs.”
After a short pause, Maggie and Heather started howling with laughter as I heard Mario protest, “No fucking way am I going to wear that!”
I grabbed Mario and said, “Oh yes you are. It’s either that, or I’ll make your life a living hell on earth. All week long you’ll wear them. And for being a wise ass, if Maggie is okay with it, you’re going to be Maggie’s bitch for a month doing anything she wants you to do… on school grounds. If she tells you to carry her books, or fetch her lunch or anything else that won’t get you tossed out of school you will do it… with a smile on your face. If the girls tell me you weren’t wearing the sign, or you didn’t do what Maggie wanted you to do, I’m all over you. Got it?”
“Manny please don’t do this to me… all my friends will laugh at me and I’ll be the laughing stock of the school. Please… anything but that.”
“Shut-up Mario.” I said.
“Maggie, how much money did Mario take from you… I mean since this all started?”
“I really don’t know… maybe forty bucks. Something like that. Not really sure.”
“Mario, is her estimate about right?”
“More like thirty, but I’m not sure either.”
“Okay so let’s say thirty-five. Fair enough?”
Maggy and Mario shook their heads in agreement.
“Mario. Tomorrow I want you to come by and hand me seventy dollars in cash. I’ll give that to Maggie. And don’t tell me you don’t have it, because you have a lot of birthday money left over from last week.”
Mario raised his voice and said, “Why seventy dollars?”
“The rest takes care of Interest and harassment, and that’s not really enough to cover the pain she suffered because of you. Tomorrow and I mean it.”
“Alright,” said Mario, “but what about the rest of it?”
I looked at Maggie and said, “It’s really your call Maggie. What kind of pain, anguish or humiliation do you want him to suffer? You tell me.”
“Look Manny… this is all good and like that, but he’s the worst bully in the school. It ain’t just me he messes with, it’s a lot of other kids too.”
“How many?”
“Maybe eight or ten… maybe more. He’s been collecting at least thirty bucks a week from all of us. That’s been going on since last semester mid way through. But I do really like the sign idea.”
We talked for awhile while Mario saw his life going down the drain. Finally Mario agreed to dig into his savings account and give thirty dollars to every kid he stole lunch money from, and he would give it to them personally and apologize for being such a bully. Maggie was to be present at all paybacks.
Heather and Maggie went off to have a conversation. When they returned Maggie told Heather to tell us the decision.
“Okay… here’s the deal Mario. No
sign and no being Maggie’s bitch. But here is what you will do. You will stop
all of the bullies in school from harassing us and taking our money. If we
tell you one of them did whatever – and we’ll be truthful about it, you take
care of it so it doesn’t happen again. You become our body guard… and I mean
all the kids in middle school. It’s either that or what Manny said. One hurts
you real bad, the other helps us keep our dignity and feel safe. That’s way
more important to us. So you choose. Oh and the kids get their money back too…
either way.”
“And nobody ever finds out that Maggie beat me up?”
“You ever mess with us again, we’ll tell Manny, then we do the other thing. But Heather and I won’t say a word as long as you protect all of us.”
As I sat there and listened to the girls, I felt rather humbled… really. These two girls instead of making Mario suffer, turned it all around to help not only them but the other kids at school. You have to understand that Mario was a big kid. He was just a couple inches shy of six feet tall – the tallest and heaviest guy in the middle school. He wasn’t fat, he was brawny and probably weighed in at over one hundred and sixty pounds. This solution would also him get the good kind of recognition he needed badly. I was probably still pissed off about my truck being crashed. My reaction was emotional, the girls’ solution was far better.
“You ain’t going to make me do stuff in front of my buds are you?”
Maggie said, “Look Mario, I can’t stand you. You’re just plain mean and cruel, and I ain’t never going to want to be your friend. I won’t even talk to you unless you speak first. The farther I am away from you the better I feel. Get it?”
I could see by the look in Mario’s face that what she said actually hurt him in some way. That was a surprise.
Mario said, “Come on… I ain’t that bad, I was just teasing you guys.”
Maggie got mad and said, “No you weren’t, you were showing off how big a man you was in front of your friends and making them think you were cool at our expense. That’s really mean. I don’t know why but I’m not afraid of you any more. You mess with me again and I’m goin to make today look like I was kind to you. Get some pride in yourself. You’re sad, inside and out. I pity you.”
Mario agreed to their terms and I told Mario to get Maggie’s busted bike. He could work on it at my place when we got there. I knew that I had a spare wheel that would fit Maggie’s bike and after Mario got it all back together, I would re-tune it for her.
The girls got cleaned up in the house as Mario worked on the bike. I went to my office and typed up a paper that I printed out. After Mario was finished, he came into the house. I patched his eye up and the nasty cut and bruise on his leg. In the kitchen I made him read what I had written. He looked at me very surprised after he read it and said, “What are you going to do with this?”
“Nothing, I said.” I put some paper and a pen next to him and told him to copy the paper exactly – sign and date it.
“Then what?” He asked.
“Easy. I put this in my safe and if the girls ever tell me you’ve gone back to your old nasty tricks, I hand this over to the Principal, mom and dad and give a whole bunch of copies to the girls to spread around the school. That’s what.”
He sighed, but didn’t argue and twenty minutes later he took his broken bike and headed home. He was going to tell the folks he crashed his bike pretty badly. That was the story. I hated to lie to them, but Mario was doing the lying so I really didn’t give a shit. It was that, or catch hell from them. I thought this the better alternative.
The funny thing that surprised me was that Mario never asked me how I knew the girls.
Chapter 12 – Afterwards
After Mario left, we were all quiet in the kitchen when I told the girls how proud I was of them to come up with the solution that they had discussed back at the park. They were surprised that I thought their solution was the best possible, and we talked about it for another fifteen minutes or so when Maggie said, “Thanks for the chat Manny, but you know… I’m tired of talking about this. Besides I’m really sore all over, and my hand still hurts.”
Heather said, “I think I stink… I mean watching you beat up on him got me all worked up and I was sweating like crazy.”
“Well.” I said, “I have a nasty little idea that might help you both. How about you take a nice hot soak in the bathtub and after your muscles are loosened up, I’ll give you both a nice massage.”
Heather said, “But the bathroom only has a shower… I mean it is a really large shower, but I didn’t see a tub.”
“Follow me ladies,” I said.
We walked just out of the kitchen and I opened a door next to the bathroom door. It could have been a closet door, but it wasn’t. It opened to another hallway that went passed the bathroom to another door. I opened that door and the girls and I stepped into the guest bedroom, complete with its own facilities – one of which was a nice Jacuzzi. The bath room was pretty large and the Jacuzzi was in the corner and the windows behind it were stained glass renderings of tropical birds and a wetland background. When the girls saw it their faces were rather awestruck.
“This is so pretty Manny,” said Maggie.
“It’s beautiful,” said Heather.”
The bedroom wasn’t quite finished. I stored a few extra bits of furniture in there, but soon I hoped to finish it.
“Want a bubble bath girls?”
“Na,” said Maggie, “the spa bubbles will be great by themselves.”
“But hey… there’s a lot of room in there,” said Heather. “Let’s all take a bath… okay Manny?”
“Well… I guess so. I was going to clean up the garage though,” I said teasing. “Thanks for the invitation. So I guess it will be Spa, Massage and then how about pizza?”
Heather interrupted Maggie and said, “You forgot poking me Manny… when are you going to poke me?”
“After Maggie shows me what she did with that cigar tube, I’ll think about it. Okay?”
As I started to fill the Jacuzzi, Maggie with an astonished expression on her face said, “You told him I busted your cherry?”
“Uh huh… what’s the matter, Maggie? Manny and I played some before we came to the park. He saw it was busted and asked how. So I told him.”
Heather nudged me and I thought she was saying not to mention Maggie’s cousin.
“Oh… I guess its okay. Yea Manny, I popped her cherry. She bled like a stuck pig whatever that means.”
Heather looked at the Jacuzzi and said, “Boy that fills up pretty fast. Our little tub takes a lot longer.”
“When I put it in, I used a spare water tank and a two-inch feed to this faucet… forget I said that, you’re right – this fills up real fast.”
Maggie looked up at me and said, “How hot is it?”
“One-hundred-two degrees, just the right temperature to get the kinks out of muscles. The cook time is twenty minutes.”
The girls started pealing off their clothes when I told them I’d be back in about ten minutes.
When I returned Maggie was lying on the built-in chaise with her eyes closed and Heather was trying to swim. Someone had turned on the air and it looked like a witch’s cauldron full of little girls. The soft water made their skin really shiny. That was very sexy, especially when I saw Heathers naked bottom. I stripped and joined them and no sooner was I seated when Heather plopped up in my lap. I tickled her a little and she started giggling really loudly as always.
Maggie, without opening her eyes, said, “Manny… I’m glad we met. Heather is almost too much to handle for one person. Since you came along, it’s been a lot easier on me and she’s certainly happier too.
Heather’s giggles were diminishing when she said, “Maggie… I peed on Manny today. Then he peed on us both while we were kissing. It was cool… you know really warm.”
Maggie’s eyes opened real wide and she said, “Did you… oh forget it.”
I lightly tickled Heather again and giggling some she said, “You mean about us and peeing? Yea I told him all about it. Now we can all do it.”
“What else did you tell him girl… shit I can’t leave you alone for a minute.”
I interrupted Heather’s response in hopes of having her not lie to Maggie and said, “I hear you’re a good aim. Looking forward to seeing that sometime.”
“Well, probably not today, but some other time if the mood strikes,” she said as her mouth was resisting smiling.
Heather was playing with my cock again and not that I didn’t like it, but I said, “Heather, do you mind if I start working on Maggie here in the tub. I think she’ll feel better and it won’t take as long. I don’t know about you but I really want some pizza.”
“Yea, I’m hungry too. Where do you want her?”
“Maggie,” I said, “So where are you sore?”
“My back and shoulders mostly, but I think something hit my legs about mid calf, so there too… oh and my hip.”
Heather got off me and I sat down on the bottom of the Jacuzzi and took a leg and started working on it. She did have a knot in her right calf that I worked out in a few minutes. I ran my hands up both legs all the way to her hips looking for more knots but didn’t find any. I moved between her legs and kissed her on her lips. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. I said, “You were pretty amazing today Maggie. That was really special to watch.”
“Sorry I beat on your brother so bad, but after the other day I’d had it with him.”
“Not to worry, I hope it taught him a lesson. You made him feel pretty small today and that doesn’t often happen to him. You know I love my brother, I just don’t like him much of the time. If he wasn’t family…” I let the words go. It was really unimportant.
Heather jumped on my back and said, “Either play with my puss or massage Heather. My stomach wants food.”
“I’m pretty cooked anyway,” said Maggie.
We all got out, dried off and walked into the bedroom where I had moved an old library table to the center of the room and covered it with a two inch slab of memory foam and covered it with a sheet. I set up a little table with oils and such next to the table.
Maggie just shook her head and hopped up on the table lying on her stomach with her arms hanging down the sides of the table. I put some oil in my hands and warmed it up then spread it across her back and shoulders.
“What can I do Maggie?” asked Heather.
“Give me a foot massage… that would feel nice.”
Heather got some oil and started working on her feet as I worked on her back, shoulders and arms. The oil enhanced her flawless skin texture and made the color a darker and richer bronze. It was beautiful. And to touch this girl was a magical experience for me.
I was standing at the end of the table by her head working her shoulders and arms when Maggie said, “Why does touching me always turn you on Manny. For heavens sake you’re getting hard already.”
“You and Heather are so different and so sumptuous it just turns me on… I mean what can I say. With the oil on your skin it almost doubles the visual and tactile experience of you.”
She laughed a little and said, “You know Manny sometimes you talk funny. I mostly get it, but you do have one hell of a vocabulary.”
“Wait until he greases me up Maggie. I’ll bet he just blows a huge load.”
Thank heavens it got quiet for awhile. Heather had finished her feet and was now doing a reasonably good job on her legs. Only Maggie’s butt was not oiled when I asked her to turn over. She did and told me that her back felt really nice.
She looked up at me and said, “Use the oil on my chest and play with my titties… I’m getting horny Manny.”
A very quiet “cool” could be heard from Heather down at the other end of the table.
I lightly covered her chest with the spearmint massage oil and started touching everything but her pretty little tits. What I did was do her stomach like I had the first night we spent together. It started having an affect.
“Oh you are a cruel bastard you know,” Maggie said sweetly. “God that feels so nice.
Then louder she said, “Heather, play with my puss.”
Heather walked around to the side of the table and started doing what Maggie asked with her hands. Watching those little hands pull on her labia and stroke her mound got me very hard. I moved up to the base of her tits and started lightly touching them. Maggie started breathing faster. Then she reached her arms back and grabbed my cock with her hands and started stroking me.
Not long after she said, “Heather, use your mouth. Get up on the table. It’s wide enough for you too.”
As she started to climb up, Maggie said, “Hold on a second. Manny pull me backwards until I say stop, okay?”
I did by pulling her under her arms. I pulled her slowly but soon her head was completely off the table when she said, “Okay… stop.” The foam and sheet moved with her and then she took my cock and put it to her lips with her head hanging off the table but supporting her neck by the foam.
She lifted my cock up a little and said, “Put the end in my mouth. Okay Heather get on now, but put your cute butt towards my face.”
Heather giggled as she crawled up. When she got in position she said, “I guess while I do you’re puss, Manny will play with your boobs, you’ll suck on Manny, and Manny will suck on my bottom – right?”
Still holding my cock, Maggie said, “Yep.”
Immediately Heather said, “Play with my bottom hole a lot, Manny… please?”
Maggie giggled and just before she took my cock into her mouth she said, “Just don’t get to anxious… I don’t want to choke.”
Looking at the scene before me was singularly the most stimulating sight I’d seen up to this time in my life. I had my hands on these silky oily tiny titties. My cock was in the mouth of very sensuous eleven year old, and a natural red headed eleven year olds bottom split wide before my eyes. I leaned forward and sniffed Heather’s bottom and watched a drip of ooze from her vag running down her slit to cover her clit. I leaned in and took a mouthful of her. Heather went to work on Maggie and I only wish I could have watched that too. Maggie put one hand at the base of my cock and pulled my cock in and pushed it out of her mouth setting a nice pace. I doubt that I ever got much over four inches of my cock into her mouth but I swear it was absolute heaven.
After I wet Heather’s bottom, I started playing with her rose bud just making my index finger circle the opening. I was amazed when her hole started opening. Slow as it was, watching it was incredible. I stuck a finger inside it and played awhile. It opened more and in no time I had three fingers in her butt hole with my pinky in her vag. I was still playing with Heather’s tits using one hand. The oil made it easy to pinch her nipples hard and have them pop away because of the oil. It made a little snapping sound, and Maggie seemed to really love that. Finally Maggie let go of my cock and just let me easily fuck her mouth as she played with my balls. It took a lot of control not to go in too deep. The noise in the room was getting intense, even with my cock in Maggie’s mouth.
I needed to suck on Heather’s pussy so I pulled my fingers out of her squirming butt hole, and lifted her legs off the table putting them onto my shoulders as I dove in for some sweet cream. Unfortunately I made Maggie choke a little as I leaned too far forward. She recovered quickly and all I had was a face full of little girl butt. As I ate on her I squeezed her solid little buns with my hands. I pulled her cheeks apart and squeezed them while I dove my tongue into her vag and butt hole. She was wiggling pretty aggressively but her mouth never let go of Maggie’s pussy. It was too much when I felt Heather tense up followed by Maggie doing the same thing. Then very unexpectedly to me, Maggie forced two fingers inside my bottom all the way and then pushed against what I can only imagine was my prostate. With her other hand she gripped my cock knowing full well that if she didn’t I’d probably ram it all the way inside her throat. Maggie blew first, followed closely by Heather. Feeling the blast on its way up the chute and having this wonderful tingly feeling all over my body I pulled back taking my cock out of Maggie’s mouth, but she grabbed it and stuck it back inside her sucking on the head and glans as I erupted in ecstasy. While this was going on I was trying to hold on to Heather so she wouldn’t fall off the table. After Maggie came, Heather just flopped down on top of Maggie her head landed mid calf of Maggie’s legs. I was still coming – still shooting stuff as Maggie finally gave up the ghost and pulled my cock out of her mouth and just stroked it. She was breathing like a horse that just finished a long race, and Heather was having post coital tremors running all over her body. The breathing slowed, I pulled my cock away from Maggie, lifted Heather off the table, kissed her, then bent down to do the same to Maggie. Then we all started kissing each other. When my back nearly gave out, I had to stand up easing Heather to the floor. I helped Maggie of the table and we all hugged. When I stepped back the sight was almost comical. Both girls’ hair was in shambles and the inside of their thighs were dripping with vag juice. All I said was “Shower Now… we’re going to drip on the carpet if we don’t.
We headed into the shower – even larger than the one in the other bathroom and cleaned up. When I turned on the shower head, Maggie looked at Heather and said, “Not now honey… I’m too hungry. Pee in the drain, but no games just now… okay?
Heather frowned but said okay. Not long after both girls let go as did I. I hit the drain - they didn’t. It was a proud moment.
The thin-crust pizza was just perfect. I liked my pizza the old way, with old simple ingredients. A great New York style pizza, with few toppings was perfect. We ordered a large, half pepperoni and the other half Italian sausage. If it came down to one slice and one slice only, it had to be pepperoni. For whatever reason, Maggie had never had a slice of pepperoni, but she fell in love with it that evening.
Food can be as sensual an experience as sex, but both have to be wet and hot. The steamy red oil from the Pepperoni and the melted cheese running down the hot pizza was perfect. When I folded a piece, I tipped it so that the ooze could flow into my mouth. My senses went crazy for that first big hot wet bite from the small end of the slice. If some of the oil or cheese ran down your chin – so much the better. It was glorious and heaven sent.
The girls giggled as I ate that first bite watching my expression.
Maggie said, “Bet it don’t taste as good as Heather.”
After I swallowed I replied, “Nor you, but then again I can’t swallow you guys, so that makes up for it.”
Heather was just grinning from ear to ear with a big streak of pepperoni oil running down her chin as she was chewing.
I had slid on some shorts, but the girls just sat there naked as jaybirds in my kitchen in total comfort. Half way through eating I said, “Ladies… you seem so comfortable with what we are all doing. I mean I’m in such deep trouble if anyone finds out what we’ve been doing I’d be lucky to see daylight in 20 years. So… are you guys really okay with what we are doing? Is there anything I’m doing that you don’t like but haven’t told me about?
The girls looked at each other and some non-verbal communication ran between them. Maggie I assume got to speak first.
“Look Manny, this has been… really cool, and you ain’t done nothing to me or Heather that we didn’t like… I mean we really, really liked everything. We’ve made love, and we’ve just had sex too, like we just did in the big bedroom. It’s so relaxing with you, and it seems so… I don’t know, I guess like the way it should be. A couple of things though. You need to teach us how to do each other. I mean Heather and me. You give better face than either of us do, and we want to know how you do it. The other thing is I want more. I want to do it for real. It’s like I got this itch and it needs scratching soon. Heather wants that too, but I think she’s still a little too small, but that’s up to you two.”
Then she looked at Heather and nodded her head like it was her turn.
She was looking at me and smiling when she said, “I want you to poke me too Manny. If my puss is too small, let’s try my bottom. I love stuff in my bottom, but I’d really like to try it in my puss first.”
Then she lowered her head and flushed as she said, “And I really want us to play some more pee games. I want to taste your pee if you can ever be soft enough to pee. You never seems to loose your hard-on around us. That’s damned inconvenient you know.”
Then she looked at Maggie and said, “I bet just from us talking he’s already hard again… wanna bet?”
Maggie peaked under the table and said, “You’re right… he’s hard.”
Rather seriously, I said, “Don’t give yourselves so damn much credit – I’m hard because of the pizza.”
They didn’t know whether I was telling the truth or lying until I almost busted up laughing.
Giggling, with Maggie shaking her head she said, “You just gave me this sick vision of you sliding your cock in and out of a slice of warm pizza and goin for it – you just completely fucked up pizza for me, cause I’ll think about that every time I have a slice.”
Heather cracked up and laughed really hard; her open mouth showing its masticated contents. After she calmed down a little she said, “That would be a salami pizza, Maggy.”
“Oh yuck, Heather… that’s sick… and please shut your mouth when you eat pizza, it’s really gross looking at you chewing sometimes.”
Of course Heather had to push some of the masticated mess out onto her lips to really gross out Maggie. Then after seeing Maggie’s disgusted look, she cracked up again and some of it accidentally blew onto the table and then another round of laughing and choking ensued. But thank god that was short lived and everything came back to normal.
Smartly, I though, I didn’t comment on what they had to say about the sex, but Heather finished that conversation off with, “You know… I like them both… making love and just having sex and I think I get the difference, but the kissing and lovin is really special. You do them both so nice, but more kissing and hugging for me would be very cool.”
As both of the girls had agreed that coming over on school nights was out, and I told them that I had to go out of town for my job for about 10 days, so next time we got together would be a week from next Saturday. They were not happy about that, but there was nothing that I could do.
Chapter 13 Fixing Planes, Bikes, and Ice Crème Machines
My job, at least for the moment, was Lead Foreman of several teams of Airline maintenance crews for a major airline. I had a Masters degree in aeronautical engineer and was trying to get a position with an aircraft manufacturer. Jobs like that were not plentiful at the time, but I still had a couple of good leads that I was pursuing. So the next morning I took off to my next assignment at a major airline hub. It would reverse my days and nights as far as sleep were concerned. All of the major maintenance work for airliners was done at night. Keep them flying during the daylight hours, and do regular and annual maintenance at night. The pay was good and I was pretty young to have this position. I substituted for the regular foremen when they went on vacation or went on family leave, or were in transition to another position. Additionally, my job was to monitor the quality of each airframe and powerplant (A&P) mechanic that worked under me. Of course the crews didn’t know that, and their work also reflected the tone of the current foreman and his precision and dedication to doing everything by-the-book. Being naturally anal retentive made my job quite easy. But essentially it came down to me being an excellent A&E and a snitch as well. Regardless of the pressure I was under, a plane would not leave my hangar unless it was flight ready.
The ten days past very quickly and the crew I was working with were all excellent, so it made my job a breeze. They were quick and efficient, and asked all of the right questions. I almost wanted to stay and work with this crew permanently, but such was not the case.
I checked out of my hotel just before my last shift, worked all night long and took a morning flight back home. I got back midday on Wednesday, and while I really wanted to lie down, I resisted the urge. I knew I’d fall asleep around nine tonight whether I wanted to or not… maybe earlier. I had to restock the frig, get my wash done – all of the household stuff that I hadn’t attended too, so I got started.
My last stop was to pick-up some bakery and deli. It was five-thirty when I got there and Maggie was working to my surprise. When she saw me her face lit up like a Christmas tree. I flew her a little unnoticed kiss then shook my head as a warning to be careful. She got it. The shop was packed, so I pulled a number and waited my turn. Still being in the headspace of running a crew, I noticed how efficient the staff all worked. They knew most all of the customers by name and the chiding and humor of customers and staff made the visit very pleasant. Maggie’s dad seemed to be a good guy, and a nice man. Well at least to people who were not having sex with his daughter.
When my number was called it was her dad who yelled it out. As I told him what I wanted, Maggie came up to her dad and said, “Dad… this is Manny… he’s the guy who fixed my bike that night. You said you wanted to meet him when he came in.”
Then she looked at me and said, “Manny, this is my dad, Harold.”
We exchanged hellos as he looked me over. He smiled and said, “Seems you know a lot about bicycles. Maggie told me about your garage. Always wanted to have a set-up like that… I mean for motorcycles. Just never had the time.”
He looked to Maggie and said, “Long line Mag… call a number.”
As he put my order together he said, “Maggie seems to be enamored of you. She told me about the bully too, and how you fixed that. It was nice of you to do that. I wouldn’t have known that unless I’d seen the new front wheel on her bike. She doesn’t tell me much of what she does. We don’t talk much cause I mostly work… you know I’ve got three boys… and her. If she ever bugs you, just shoo her away. She can be an ornery little brat.”
“She’s a good kid Harold… really. She reminds me of my cousin when we were kids. We had a great time growing up together. I guess she doesn’t have that kind of relationship with her brothers, and that’s a shame. She a very bright little girl you know.”
“Yea, he said… to smart for her own britches. But she does get really high grades in school. Your cousin live around here?”
“She’s working in southern France apprenticing as a winemaker. She got her Master of Science in Viticulture and Enology last year, and she wants to also get a second Masters as a Grand Sommelier. She’s a real food and wine person.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a Foreman of an airline maintenance crews. I travel a lot. But I’m trying to get a job with an aircraft manufacturer.”
“So why an interest in bikes?”
“Outdoor exercise and I love anything on wheels or moves fast. I guess I’m an adrenalin junky. Bikes, Airplanes, trains, ATV’s, motorcycles, roller coasters… like that. And I got lucky I guess. I can generally fix anything; even if I haven’t seen it before.”
“What… no power boats?”
“I don’t mind flying over water, but I’m not a real fan of being on it… so no. Closest I get to water is an amphibian airplane I got rated on. Water landings and take offs are a real rush.”
His eyes brightened and while he was curious about my relationship with Maggie, he actually seemed more interested in what I did. I got that when he said, “Would you mind looking at an old machine I have in the back? It’s an ice cream maker, but it doesn’t make the kind of ice cream that I want. The gearing is wrong or something, and right now it’s broken?”
“Well I love really good ice cream, so sure… I mean not today cause I just flew in this morning, but how about tomorrow? What kind of ice crème are you trying to make anyway?”
The line of customers was nearly taken care of, and Maggie – I could tell was really interested in what we were talking about. I knew she’d come over to her dad as soon as she had finished with her last customer.
“When I was a kid, there was this ice cream shop that had the richest, creamiest ice cream I’d ever tasted. The color was nearly yellow… but more golden. They made soft serve Sundaes, and shakes with it. But the stuff was so dense when it came out of the machine it strained to push the ice cream out of the tube. I’ve always wanted to put in a small soda, coffee and dessert counter here in the bakery, but I want to be able to make that kind of ice cream first. I researched this over two years and finally met the youngest son of the owner of that soda shop. He had all of his dad’s records and I found the formula of the dairy mix he used. I bought it from him along with some other formulas, and information. That was five years ago, but I still can’t get a machine to make the stuff. They all stall and break, or burn out a motor. I just can’t figure it all out.”
This was intriguing as I loved ice crème. So I said, “Can you get the dairy mix in small quantities?”
“Yea… I’ve talked to them and they’ll make it up for me. Damn stuff is expensive but it’s also twenty-two percent butter fat. The best ice cream I can get off the shelf is sixteen percent, but there is no comparison in taste.”
Just then, Maggie walked up and said, “Dad… what are you guy’s talking about anyway. Manny is probably hungry and wants to get home.”
We both looked at her and said, “Ice Crème… that’s what we’re talking about.”
She looked a little disgusted and said, “You mean that old machine you’ve been working on for years in the back, dad? It ain’t never goin to work.”
I looked down at her and said, “I bet I can get it to work. So I’m going to try. I have to do some research first though.”
Looking at her dad I asked, “What time can I come over tomorrow and have a look?”
Harold smiled and said, “After we are done baking… around ten or there abouts. The bakers will be almost finished by then.”
“Great… I’ll be over then… but I still need some bakery goods today and…”
Maggy interrupted and said, “Manny, my derailer is give me trouble can I come over later and have you look at it?”
Her dad looked down at her and said, “Oh leave the man alone, Maggy… he just got home for christ’s sake.”
Dismissing her fathers rant, I said, “Can’t have your derailer messing up. If it’s okay with your dad, come over after you finished working and I’ll take a look. I’m going to be working in the garage anyway. You okay with that Harold?”
Sighing he said, “It’s your call, Manny, but I don’t want her pestering you. She gives you any trouble let me know.”
“Not a problem, Harold.” Then I looked down at her and said, “But you can only come over after your homework is done… and I mean finished and ready to hand-in tomorrow. Understand that girl?”
Maggie saluted me and said, “Yes sir.”
Harold smacked her lightly on the back of her head and quietly said, “Smart ass kid.”
As she was walking away and getting ready to help another customer she said, “Dad… throw in some head cheese on Manny’s order. I can much on that when he’s fixing my derailer.”
“And are you going to pay for that, Maggie?” He asked.”
Looking at him angrily she said, “No dad… you are - cheap skate.”
Harold looked back at me and said, “She’s lucky to have any friends with her attitude.”
I just bit my tongue, got the rest of my stuff – along with the Head Cheese and headed home.
Chapter 14 A Quiet and Noisy Evening
It was nearly six o’clock when the back door buzzer chimed. It was Maggie. She was all nonchalant until I closed the kitchen door and then unexpectedly she jumped up at me, wrapped her pretty little legs around my waist – held onto my neck and gave me a most sensuous long wet kiss.
“Oh god I’ve missed you Manny… it’s felt like years, and Heather is crazy to see you again. I just had to see you after you walked in to the bakery earlier.”
I held her tightly then laid some really nice kisses on her. I hadn’t understood how much I had missed her too. It was nice having her arms around me again. After probably five minutes I put her down and said, “Well we better have a look at your bike… but I’m really glad to be home and your welcome was amazing, Maggy.”
“Ain’t nothin wrong with my bike, I just had to come see you tonight before Heather got to you first and wore you out.”
“But what about your dad… if he comes by and we’re not in the garage…”
She interrupted and said, “He doesn’t even know where you live. All I told him was that you lived close by and around the corner. Besides he got one of the big Hobart mixers all tore apart. A gear slipped this morning when they were making bread. He’ll be at that most of the evening.”
“You hungry, I asked?”
She walked up to me and hugged me around my waist as the other hand patted my crotch and said, “I already ate; now I want dessert… you up for a little canoodling?”
I laughed at her and said, “Now where did you hear that word? That’s a word hardly ever used any more.”
She smiled at me and said, “So, you know what it means?”
“Sure I do… but where did you learn that?”
“Heather’s got a lot of movies at her house and one day she told me I had to watch this really old musical called the Music Man. It’s one of her favorites, and actually, I liked it too. Some short fat guy that talked kinda funny in the movie used the term. So I looked it up on-line and I was right about what it meant. Now… will you make me tingle all over Manny?”
When you are working out of town you get a chance to investigate the area a lot, and I generally did over the time I was there. One night I was having dinner in this restaurant far away from the hotel and I noticed that I was sitting near some smaller tables and chairs. It was a curiosity until the hostess seated four short-statured dwarfs at one of the tables. By the time I was finished eating, all six tables were filled with little people. There was even a special section of the menu that I hadn’t noticed before especially for little people with smaller sized portions.
Just before I ordered dessert, someone from the kitchen came out in their whites to greet the guests and she too was a dwarf.
She went to the smaller tables first and they all seemed to know each other. She chatted for awhile and then said her hellos to some folks at regular sized tables. Then she came to my table. She was very pretty and very short, and as she approached I was smiling. She looked at my empty plate and asked how the food was. Really fantastic I said. Is this your place?
She told me it was her and her husbands place. As it turned out, while he was short, maybe five-foot three, he wasn’t little person. It seemed funny to me because even seated I still had to look down at her, but she took it all in stride. I asked her if there was a neighborhood of little people close by, and she said there was. We talked it about it for a few moments and then I asked her a personal question.
“So, where do you folks shop for clothing? I bet that can be a real hardship.”
“Well, as kids we are… well the girls at least… were taught how to make their own clothes, but as there are about two hundred of us close by, a few shops cater to us and that really made it nice. There are even some furniture makers that cater to us along with other specialty stores.”
Finally I got around to asking where the community was located and she told me.
The next afternoon after work I found a small strip mall that catered to Little
People not far away from the restaurant.
I picked up Maggie and gave her a squeeze, kissed her and said, “Sweetie… there’s a blue wrapped package on the living table. It’s a little gift I got for you. Why not try it on and I’ll come in when you are ready… I mean… if you like it.”
Her eyes got all big and her smile was even bigger and for once she scurried down from me and ran to see what I had gotten her. I heard the paper being torn off the small package and then a squeal of delight as I heard her run off to the bedroom. All was quiet for a time and then she said… “Come on Manny… I’m ready.”
When I got to the bedroom, she was lying twisted sexily on the bed. Her back was nearly flat on the bed, her arms extended around her curly hair that was cascaded above her head. From her waist down, she was partially turned to show off her nearly bare bottom, and her legs were set at perfect angles to show off their length. But what she was wearing got me really hot. I had bought her some really sexy… little-women sized negligees. They were a ruffled sheer black silk thong and bra with ties on the sides of both using blue satin ribbons. And were they ever sheer… They fit her perfectly.
She saw my expression and sexily rolled her hips so she was laying flat on the
bed. She started yawning and then stretched her arms high over her head. This
revealed how sheer the panties were. They were almost snug, but her beautiful
bald, hairless slit showed clearly through the silk. It was breathtaking and
sexy as it gets. My cock was hardening very quickly. She saw it and smiled.
“These are soooo way cool and sexy Manny… but you didn’t get these in the kids department at Sears now did you? I mean these are gown-up women’s undies aren’t they?”
“Yep, sized just right for you.”
“I assume the other wrapped package is for Heather… right?”
“Correct again, but be careful. There are some other thongs and panties still in your package under the tissue paper. Some might even be sexier than what you have on, though I can’t believe that’s possible. You look amazing.”
She got up from the bed and walked as sexy as she could towards me. What a sight that was. Had she wore some stilettos, the picture would have been perfect. As she walked I could see her nipples harden from the texture of the silk rubbing against them. And her little slit looked even more amazing watching those two lips rub against each other as she swaggered over to me.
As she got to me she put her hands on her hips and said, “You’re such a bad boy letting a little girl wear this sexy stuff. How did you find it in my size?”
“I’ll tell you later… but I suppose since I’ve been bad, I should really take those off of you. I never want you to think that I’m a bad boy.”
She giggled and jumped into my arms again, her little hard nipples pressing into my chest. She kissed me, and after she said, “You are the first guy that has ever allowed me to really feel like a female… ever. Maybe bein a girl ain’t so bad after all.”
Her soft light brown eyes were twinkling at me and Maggie was really excited about the little gift. Little indeed. If her dad or brothers ever saw these there would be hell to pay.
All of a sudden, Maggie went all shy on me and blushed, but I could still see a little smile on her face even as her eyes dropped from looking directly at mine. She said, “This is my first bra, Manny… and you got it for me. Thanks.”
Trying to make the moment less serious, I said, “Look honey, I got these for you just because the thong had side ties on them like the top. Easier access and all that. Besides I thought they’d look sexy on you… and they certainly do. What a knock-out you really are.”
Her eyes locked on mine again and she said, “When are you going to stop talking and make me tingle all over?”
It was time to stop talking. I laid her back down on the bed. “Be right back, I said.”
A few minutes later, I brought maybe ten or twelve of candles into room, placed them around and lit them then shut off the lights. A nice warm glow flickered around the bedroom. Maggie was laying on the bed and smiling at me when she said, “In a romantic mood?”
Teasing her I said, “No… just real horny after a long dry spell.”
She understood - and while I was horny, today I had a hunch I was really going to make love to her.
“You need some sexy briefs or… hell… just walk around naked… that’s really sexy too. I really like to watch it get big,” she said as she stretched her length on the bed, curling up her toes in the process. Why a girl or woman stretching gets me so turned on, I’ll probably never know… but it really does. It must be the uninhibited nature of them just doing the act. That, as well as watching all of her muscles tighten; and seeing the outline of their muscles under that wonderful flesh. Somehow instinctively, I think she knew it turned me on too.
I dropped my shorts walking over to the empty side of the bed as Maggie undid the ties of her lingerie. She saw the question mark on my face as she took them off, folded them and put them on the night stand, saying, “I’m not sure how to wash these, so before I goo them all up…” She just left that sentence hanging as she laid back flat and did a much longer stretch, this time with her legs separated about three feet at her heals. She curled her hips providing me a view of her high pubic arch and her clit was just starting to peak through her labia. I just stood and watched as she yawned and smiled a bit looking directly at me.
I laid down and brought her gorgeous body into my arms and pulled her close to me lightly kissing her face, as she immediately took hold of my cock squeezing it firmly. I said, “Be careful sweetie, a lot of touching that is going to make me cum fast today. It’s been awhile, and my hand is feeling rejected because I haven’t even thought about getting of by myself for about a week.”
She made a sad face and said, “Poor baby… no little girls available where you were?”
Teasing her back was fun, “In fact there were quite a few… they were throwing themselves at me, but they couldn’t compare to you… they really didn’t even turn me on. I mean they were really disappointed but you know…”
Her lips were dark and damp and her nipples were hardening as I squeezed her right breast. Was it larger than before, I wondered? It felt like there was more flesh under my touch… but that was only a scant two weeks ago.
We started deep kissing, nothing hurried, just passionate. Her arms went around me pulling herself as close to me as possible. We were on our sides facing each other and I ran my hand down her spine, up the gentle curve to her tail bone and over that firm silky oiled skin of her bottom. As we kissed I slipped my fingers between her butt cheeks and pulled one side open. She raised her leg really high on my side to give me access. I held on to one cheek of her bottom, my fingers tracing her valley until my finger came to rest on her rose bud. Going a little lower, I lubricated my finger and returned to her butt hole and circled it with the damp slipperiness from her vagina. As I stimulated it and moved toward the center tight opening, it loosened some as I wiggled my finger inside her – not far at all, but I massaged the inside wall of her colon maybe an inch.
By this time we were feasting on each others lips and tongues getting lost in each other in this illicit and illegal passion of ours. As I kissed her, my thoughts wandered to her small breasts and hairless mound, the beauty of her labia splayed open, the taper of her young long legs, the smallness of her waist, her soft brown loving eyes. Were we feeling the same things as we made love, or were our experiences very different? Was I hurting this child for a lifetime because of what I was doing to her? The former I would never know, but the later I didn’t believe. She was as into it from whatever head space she was in as I was, and she was a very active participant. Forget this shit, Manny, I told myself, just make love to her. She wants it all today, and so do you.
I took my lips away from hers and kissed her neck up to her small ears. Using the tip of my tongue I used it to outline the shape of her ears to the lobe, then reversed my course and licked the inside coming to the tight curl and then skimmed across her auditory canal, lightly blowing a puff of warm air. She shivered completely down her right side and curled up into me. She was breathing heavier and cooing.
She pushed me down on my back and started kissing my face for the first time, almost repeating my actions, except when she got to my ear lobe, she lightly bit it giving me an instant chill. That was followed shortly when she bit my chin and then started rubbing my chest, her head not far behind as her lips latched onto my nipple, as she squeezed my cock again. She started pulling on my nipple hair just enough to stimulate but not enough to be painful. She played with me for a time and then wiggled herself lower as she took my cock in both hands and just looked at it smiling. Soon, her mouth was covering my corona as her tongue poked at my urethra. A combination of stroking, licking and sucking got me fully hard in no time. I didn’t really want to cum just yet, but I let her continue. She reached her other hand under my bottom after licking it and stuck a finger inside me, then two, and finally three. She took her time and as she put her fingers into me deeper, she swallowed more of my cock as well.
Her warm mouth and fat tongue combined with her massaging my prostate had me all fired up and I could feel the first tingle of impending orgasm. My mind fought with me to have her cum first, but in the sweetness of the moment, I gave in to my own selfish desire. Taking her other hand away from my cock, she started playing with and squeezing my scrotum and the tender balls inside. It balanced pleasure and pain as my scrotum contracted to my body for orgasm. Her mouth was taking maybe four inches of my cock into her with her tongue exclusively focused on my glans. When I fired off it was like a rocket leaving the pad – fast and powerful. My breathing was hard and my eyes were closed as my nerves fired all over my body at the same time violently causing me to stiffen and spasm uncontrolled. Maggie rode with me thorough my orgasm never letting go and sucked me dry. That was the first time, she took it all not leaving even a drop in view. It didn’t last long, but it might have been the most intense short-lived oralgasm I’d ever had. When Maggie took her mouth off me she stroked my cock from base to head, licking off the remnants as I took huge breaths of air to fill my lungs. Totally relaxed and satiated, my muscles relaxed, and I sank deeply into the bed without a care.
I opened my eyes after a minute or so to see her head laying on my thigh, her hand still holding on to my shriveling cock and smacking her lips as she lazed about, her eyes closing for a moment.
I managed to quietly say, “That was amazing Maggie. It just might have been the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced… thanks.”
A short while later she said, “I’m really getting to like licking you, and the stuff, while not the most pleasant tasting, is getting kind of addictive. I missed tasting it while you were away.”
“Crawl up here and let me hug you honey.”
She did and after another nice session of passionate kissing she started to wake up a bit more, and I was certainly ready for dessert. I looked her in the eyes, with a nasty little smile on my face and said, “Time for you to enjoy.”
As I started to move lower on her body she stopped me by placing her hands on the side of my face. She looked serious and even a bit wanting when she said, “You really love that don’t you… I mean sucking on my puss and bottom?”
A smile across my lips and the twinkle I knew I had in my eye made her giggle, but she still held on to my face and said, “After you are finished with me down there, I want you to… and I mean right after I tingle, to put it inside me. I really want to feel it inside me… not tomorrow, or next week, but today… right now… after I tingle. Promise?
I thought for a moment and said, “Gee… I give… okay I’ll do it,” like it was all about her… sheesh, but the tenor of my voice conveyed that and I saw a smile flit across her lips. “But if it hurts you in any way, just tell me to stop and I will… I promise you that too. Oh, and you really have to tell me too. Promise me that… and one more thing, do you want me to cum inside or outside of you?”
“Promise… I swear, and cum inside me… I really want to feel that if I can. Oh, do you have a small hand mirror?”
Well that was an interesting question that took me completely unaware.
“What for?”
“I want to watch you doing it to me… you know going in and out.”
“Give me a minute,” I said, and swaying a rock hard cock I quickly headed to the bathroom, got the mirror and returned.”
When I walked back into the bedroom, Maggie was giggling. Without asking her why, she said, “With your cock flapping around like that smacking into your stomach and thighs, I’m surprised you haven’t cum already.”
I handed her the mirror and before I got into the bed I looked at her from head to foot. She somehow seemed to like me making love to her with my eyes and she posed for it. Even to the point of rolling over on her belly and lifting her butt in the air then laying her chest down on the bed as she parted her legs. What a sight it was too. Those golden bronze butt cheeks and those wet moist pudgy labia staring straight at me… that pink vagina and perky rose bud got me harder than I thought possible.
Before she could move I held her hips as I crawled up on the bed behind her and simply lapped her all the way from her cleft to the top of her butt crack slowly as I held her firm buns in my hand. She tasted so wonderful, I just buried my face in her bottom and pussy licking her randomly and poking my nose and tongue here and there as I felt her buns and the backs of her well muscled thighs. All I heard from her was a sigh and mumbled, “Ohhhh… that’s special,” as she opened her legs further and rested her head on the pillow.
After hearing her breathing get ragged with more and sometimes louder love sounds than I had heard from her before I realized that I’d lost track of time. My excitement had taken over and this was about pleasing her, so my mind brought me back to making this young girl squeal with delight. Even that is self-serving come to think about it. The better you give, the more they want to play. So be it. I backed off and took one last look at her beautiful bottom then pulled her calves backwards laying her flat on the bed, then I flipped her over, spread her legs, took one more look at the target and got back to business. I did take some time before putting my face on her to just run my whole palm and fingers from her tummy down over her hairless mons and crack a few times. What a sensuous experience that was. The tactile sensation of doing so and the magic it affords is indescribably. It seemed not to matter what I did to her that afternoon, everything just turned me, and I believe her, on more and more.
I kissed her thighs as I worked my way up to her chubby pussy which was now dripping with the refreshing scent of very stimulated and sweet little girl juice. If anything. the tiny wafting smell of uric acid was even stimulating.
I focused all my energy on this tasty treat; my cock being impatient with me as it knew what was coming next. Her clit was hard and poking its pearl head from between her labia as I drug my tongue across it making her shiver and twitch.
I yelled, “Ouch,” very loudly as she grabbed my hair and pulled my head into her charming sex. The last part I’m sure muffled by my shriek. As I dove in simply sucking lightly on her nub, my hands found her playing with her nipples.
“Mine,” I said, and pushed her hands out of the way, then flicking both nipples with my middle finger as she almost broke my nose by ramming her pubic bone into it. In a minute or so, we had established an unspoken agreement and things went more smoothly. It was probably the first time I had though about how wonderful it might be to playfully smack her bottom and crack into climax by giving her a nice little spanking. Maybe later I thought as I sucked one of her labia into my mouth and ran my lips up and down the tasty and thick flesh several times before switching to the other side.
Her breathing was now very erratic and her nerves were causing muscle contractions that made it almost difficult to keep my mouth on her in the same spot. She was getting almost as lout as Heather so I figured she was on her way to one hell of an orgasm. Her girl juice was flowing like a mountain stream in springtime, but it was more viscous than before. When her hips moved her pelvis upward it was a telltale sign that her orgasm was immanent. Now I just caressed her nipples and breasts and lightly ran my tongue around her engorged clit. She startled me by taking both of her hands and pulling on her labia to open herself fully allowing my tongue to really focus on not touching the tip of her clit but around it. Not seconds later she took a deep breathe… held it… and she started to shake violently and then screamed her head off jerking her body all over the bed. I had held her in position by her hips and just kept doing what I was doing but taking it even easier than before.
When she let go of her labia she found my hair again and pulled me up to her face. She tossed her legs around my back as far as she could and started lapping at my face which was considerably wet with her love juices. Seconds after she was finished with my lips she opened her eye lids, her body still jerking with little post coital rushes and said, “Now… put it inside me now.”
Questioning how she imagined this, I said, “You want to be on top so you can ease onto me?”
She just shook her head from side to side meaning no. I uncurled her legs, sat up on my mine and pulled her legs over my thighs until my cock was in position. When I looked at her, her eyes were closed, but her hand reached for my cock, found it and started rubbing its head up and down her slit.
“I’ll take it from here sweetie. Pull open your pussy lips for me,” I said.
She did and my cock was under her vag when she did, and luckily a huge glob of little girl juice flowed onto my cock. I smeared the glob higher on her crack and slid the bottom of my cock over it, took some more goo from her vag and rubbed it on cock as well.
“Hurry,” she said in between pants of anticipation.
Positioning my corona properly I slowly pushed inward feeling the tightness of her sheath. She pushed towards me as well. Using my hips I pulled back a little and then pushed in a bit farther. In three push-pulls the head of my cock was fully inside her and it was so hot and moist inside it was difficult to believe. The more I pushed into her the tighter she got and seemingly the harder she pushed.
“You okay?” I asked.
“No… I wa---nt more.”
This was driving me crazy. To feel her vagina wrapped tightly around part of my cock was an amazing feeling, but my mind was controlling how much of me went inside her. My cock wanted to thrust all the way in…RIGHT NOW – it was screaming at me. I couldn’t help but stare at my cock being gift wrapped by this magnificent little pussy. I pushed in more and her back arched as she signed and moaned. I was almost transfixed remembering some of the little-girl porn I’d seen and truly not understanding the total pleasure of this experience.
I was inside her probably a bit more than three inches and I hadn’t bottomed out yet. As I was ready to change positions and lean forward to hover over her and kiss her, she stopped me by pushing against my chest. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.
“Stay there and do me… I want to watch,” she said and after releasing her labia she grabbed the mirror and angled it for her to see.
“Pull it… all the way… out, then push it… in… as far in as you can,” she got out of her mouth almost coherently.
I did and her eyes got quite large as I removed my cock just leaving the very tip inside her.
Without even a hint, she pushed me back inside her as she watched – fast. I bottomed out and she flinched, but continued to try and push me inside her even further flinching each time. Such as it was, only two inches of me were left without comfort and outside of her. The farther inside her I got, the tighter she was… and hotter. Her lube factory was in full production as I slid in and out of her.
“G….o fas….ter,” she commanded as she still was looking into the mirror.
My back was having trouble in this position, but I started a beat and held it for nearly a minute before she started thrashing around on the bed, closing her eyes and she dropped the mirror on the carpet. For me the visual was way too graphic and my excitement watching and feeling these sensations was going to make me fire off much faster than I wanted too.
Finally I leaned forward and went to kiss her. As our lips met, her legs closed around my back once more. This little girl had some moves on her and used her hips to carry my beat moving in and out of her tight sheath.
Seconds later, she put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep wet kiss. When she had finished she said, “Sit me up… on your lap.”
Okay, I thought and just picked her up off the bed so we were at a right angle to the bed. When she had a good hold on me she surprised me again by bouncing herself on my cock. Every time I bottomed out inside her I thought she would explode, but she was very aggressive, and at the same time had come to find her internal muscles and was learning how to use them. The little girl was milking me and the rushes we were both getting were epic. I pulled her close to me as I could feel the onset of this passion. I used my thighs to regulate how far I plunged into her.
We were panting and moaning in each others ears, kissing and humping so much that my blood was boiling. She had a film of sweat on her back that glistened in the candlelight and I kissed and sucked on her neck.
She was loosing control and her muscles betrayed her as she let go and fell back on the bed. Now we were in the same position as when we had started. She grabbed for her nipples and twisted them violently. Her breathing was out of control and her body was shaking from pre-orgasmic flashes. I couldn’t take any more, it was impossible. I just rode out the slow, long lasting orgasm surging itself higher and higher until I exploded inside her. I buried my cock inside her, now with only maybe an inch of my cock outside her. She jerked and spasmed all over the bed and gripped my cock like she never wanted to let it go. That was perfectly okay with me.
As her pussy flooded with my load and her girl-juice she screamed and tore at the sheets. Her back arched high off the bed as she continued to hump my cock, her hips never changing position. Moaning and shaking with orgasm she continued to hump my cock, and just as it seemed to be slowing down, another surge of pleasure hit her and she railed even louder than before. Thankfully this one was only half as long as the first.
She lay there breathing deeply as I felt the sweat pour off my face and chest. She tried to speak but couldn’t. A moment later with her eyes still closed she stretched her arms and hands towards me. I took them and moved them to my sides as I bent forward to kiss her. Curling her arms around my neck she inhaled my lips in the most sensuous kiss ever. Her tongue glided over my lips and I smelled her sweet breath as her breathing started getting under control.
I needed to lie on my side, frankly I was shaking and exhausted. So I rolled us over and my now limp cock fell out of the most comfortable and stimulating place it had ever been inside of. I softly caressed her back and shoulders and kissed her from time to time. Soon, she curled into my chest and rolled up into a near fetal position with a smile on her face. My body was still tingling with delight as I closed my eyes.
When they opened again, an hour had slipped away with us asleep.
Chapter 15 After the Ball
We were both almost in the same position except that we were even closer. She was curled up inside of my body and thighs as I almost completely wrapped myself around her.
“Manny,” she said. “Why did you wait this long to… you know… to put it inside me? That was so amazing. When you can, I want to do it again… I mean today. Is that okay with you? It didn’t feel anything like that the first time.”
“Maggie, you were amazing too. It’s like today was the first time for me too, simply because it was. It was so different with you, so new and so magical too. You looked so beautiful when you came…” and that’s when I had to revisit exactly what she had said.
“What do you mean… that it didn’t feel like that the first time? This is the first time… I’m confused.”
She uncurled herself and buried her head in my shoulder then put an arm around me and pulled herself closer. Her muffled voice said, “This was my second time, Manny, not my first. I hope you’re not mad.”
“Mad… why on earth when I’m the happiest I’ve ever been would I be mad at you? Who was the first… some little boy from school?”
“No… it was my cousin… last year.”
I remembered what Heather had said then. But I said, “Well, was that a nice experience for you?”
She backed away from me and her look changed to her old angry face when she said, “Fuck no it wasn’t nice. The bastard raped me. It really hurt and he scared me to death the fucker did. That’s why I ain’t got no cherry. That fuck stole it from me.”
She saw the hurt and pain I felt in my eyes and I saw hers as well. Instinctively, I pulled her against my chest as her eyes filled with tears. I rubbed her back and tried to comfort her. I told her, “Maggie, let’s talk about this after while, like in the living room or kitchen. We shouldn’t be talking about painful hurtful experiences laying her after such a great afternoon. Is that okay with you?”
After a moment I could feel her nodding her head, yes, against me. I held her for awhile then said, “Let’s take a shower, we’ll both feel better.”
When we both sat up on the bed we got a fierce head rush. I took Maggie’s hand and stood up, and she followed. Taking her first step she yelled, “Ouch… wow that’s more tender than I… shit Ouch!”
By the time we got to the bath room, it seemed to be either easing up, or she was getting used to it. I couldn’t help saying, “So… have you reconsidered doing it again today?”
“She smiled a little and said, “Well it’s still a possibility, but we’ll see in an hour or so.”
I didn’t say, Maybe in a couple of days you’ll feel like in a couple of days you might be able too - a couple of days further down the road.
I checked her out in the shower and other than the redness and irritation it looked like no permanent damage was inflicted. However, I would have been in really deep shit if her annual physical happened tomorrow. That, or I’d have to buy her a large vibrator pretty quickly. If she’d cop to that being the instrument of destruction, I might survive even that.
She was walking a lot better after the shower and only wincing a little from time to time. I suggested we get some clothes on, and her eyes brightened up and she ran back to the bedroom saying quiet, shit’s or damn’s from time to time.
As usual I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, told her I was going to fix us something to munch on and left the bedroom. But not before she stopped me and sat me down on the bed – kissed me a few times and told me how very special I was to her. That, and she actually thanked me for making her feel so wonderfully special. One last hug and I couldn’t take this any more. It was like a flood of emotion would reduce me to tears if I didn’t get out of that bedroom quickly.
As I was putting together some food in the kitchen I heard her yell, “Oh Manny… these are so beautiful,” as she ran down the hall wearing fire-engine red lacy sheer boy shorts that fit her like a glove. I couldn’t believe that I started getting hard again immediately. Seeing her naked her perky little nipples hard and wearing those so not little girl - boy shorts - was an amazing sight. She saw my boner starting and laughed, “You really like these on me too… I can tell.” Then she ran back into the bedroom, probably trying on the other two naughty panties I had gotten her. As she ran away she said, “There’s washing instructions on the label so that’s really cool,” as she disappeared out of sight.
Ten minutes later I was sitting down munching on some snacks as Maggie came into the kitchen. She walked over to me fully dressed and sat on my lap. She put her arms around my neck, kissed me softly on my lips and said, “I’ll never forget today, Manny. We were amazing together, and you showed me the other side of… well sex… nice sex… wonderful sex… loving sex... blow your mind sex... making love sex. Wow… I guess I really like sex a lot now. Thanks for showing me how it can be.”
I kissed her back and said, “When I say I learned a lot from you today, I’m not joking Maggie. You were very special, and nobody has turned me on like you have… ever… regardless of age.”
A question came to her face and she said, “Well you like messin with Heather too, don’t you?”
“Sure I do, I love her energy, and she’s a real cutie too. She likes sex a lot, like you do. But Heather is not ready for the kind of deep passion that you have right now. In that way she’s more of a little girl than you are. With Heather it is a lot of fun, but a lot less serious. She’s in it for the rush, you’re in it for the passion that gives you the rush. That’s different. Understand?”
She thought for a moment and said, “Yea, I think so. The other day when the three of us went at it, it was fun and I got off really good, but something was missing. I think that’s what you’re talking about… the passion. I so love kissing you Manny. It does things to me inside and I really like it a lot. With you it’s way hot. With Heather, it’s just a lot of fun. Is that what you mean?”
“Yep… that’s what I mean. No come on and eat something. Are you… I mean is it feeling better down there,” I said pointing to her crotch.
“It’s sore, but I found some stuff we have at home in your bathroom and rubbed it on my puss. It feels a lot better. But I really think another round today might be too much. You okay with that?”
I hugged her to me and said, “Sure I am. Besides I want to savor the memories of today. They are too precious to loose honey. It’s kind of like after Thanksgiving dinner, you just want to lay back and smack your lips remembering the tastes of the stuffing or gravy. Sure you’d like more, but you’re stuffed so you don’t.”
“You’re funny, Manny… but yea, I get that. The stuffed part too… that felt amazing.”
She kissed me quick and hopped off my lap, sat down and started putting some food on her plate. She was a lot hungrier than she thought she would be.
I was going to let her bring up her cousin if she wanted to, but today might not be the best day to talk about that.
Impulsively I said, “Hey… want to watch a movie?”
She looked at me with her mouth full and held up a finger asking me to wait a moment. I did, then she said, “What kind?”
“Name it,” I said.
She thought for awhile and took a few more bites of food than yelled, “Ooooo do you have Halloween?”
I snickered a nasty snicker and said, “Yes, and it’s in blu-ray. The details are amazing and that makes it a lot scarier.”
She shivered and said, “Cool… make some popcorn. I’ve wanted to see that again for a long time.”
Chapter 16 Ice Crème Machines
It was about ten-thirty when I got to the bakery the next morning. Harold was just bringing a tray of very warm yeasty smelling bread out from the back when he spotted me and smiled. He just waved his arm at me to follow him and soon I was in the rear of the bakery looking at a very old, but well built ice crème machine. From what I’d read up on after Maggie’s departure last night it looked to be a late 50’s, early 1960’s vintage combination ice crème and soft serve contraption. So I stated what I thought it was and asked Harold if I was correct.
“Dead on, Manny… but thought you didn’t know much about these based on our conversation last night,” he said.
“Just did some studying last night, Harold. I hope this one has steel blades and not Delryn.”
He just stared at me and said, “All Stainless inside the drum.”
“What’s the horsepower of the beater and refrigeration unit,” I asked,
“The compressor is three horsepower and the beater is five.”
“Sounds like it was designed for maybe a 10 percent butterfat mix tops. That about right?”
“Actually eight percent.” Now Harold was looking at me like I just stepped off an alien spacecraft.
I stepped around to look at the gearbox and saw a couple of fried motors setting behind the machine. The gear box would be fairly easy to get off. I stood up and walked to the front of the machine then opened the front of the cylinder and pulled out the blades. These blades were far superior to anything made for the soft serve machines of today. They were helical and not rigidly attached to the beater frame. I took out a micrometer and measured the thickness of the blades and touched a magnet to them to see if it was 303 or 304 stainless. I put it all back together and looked at Harold who was still staring at me.
“Well Harold, here’s what I think. Most soft serve machines are designed to puff up the mix with a lot of air, so the blades actually whip the mix. The mix today is either two percent or non fat so it doesn’t offer much resistance and a low powered motor will work just fine. This machine was designed much better for older heavier butterfat mixes. To make the stuff you want requires just the opposite… lots of torque and slower rotation speeds, with a very consistent drum temperature. You just can’t whip that stuff, and you don’t want to. You want dense and rich… right?”
He just nodded his head.
“What’s the mix capacity of the drum… I’m guessing 20 quarts.”
“Yea… you’re right.”
So here is what I’m going to do. I have to take the gear box off and test it to see what the gear ratios are. That will tell us whether we need a ten or larger horse motor to drive the drum – if the gear box is up to that. And we’ll need to change to sprockets for chain drive and get rid of those belts, they’ll burn up with all that torque. The cooling sleeve will need a slightly bigger motor to run the compressor, cause making the ice crème you want will take twice… maybe three times as long. With one machine you won’t want it to be breaking down in the middle of a rush. My guess is that using what you had when everything was working on this machine, you ended up with about 25% reasonably viscous soft-serve and 40% that was thicker than milk with the rest somewhere in between before the machine crapped out. Right?”
“Yea Manny, right again.
“Good, so if you’re okay with that, I’ll start pulling the gear box and get started. This might take a month or more, cause I can only work on it in my spare time. If that’s okay, I’ll start.”
Manny looked at me and said, “It took me maybe six months to understand everything that you just said, and I felt was wrong with it, and I talked to a lot of folks, and tinkered with the machine a lot. What you said makes sense. Tell me again that you’ve never seen an ice cream machine before, cause that’s hard to believe.”
“This is the first one Harrold, I swear it is. I’m an engineer with a love for food, so combine the two, read up on the subject, call a couple of my friends and it all seemed pretty straight forward to me. You have the ice crème formula, now I have to give you the mixing formula. With that, you’re all set.”
“So… what’s this going to cost me, Manny?”
“You pay for the parts I need when I give you the receipts – right there and then. That okay?”
“But what about your time?”
I thought for a moment and said, “Free ice crème when I come in, once and awhile, and at closing time you let Maggie get first pick of anything she wants from the deli or bakery on the day it’s made. She really loves your Napoleons – so do I - and the Chantilly crème is about as good as it is in Chantilly France, and that’s simply amazing. Fair enough?”
“What no money… and what about Maggie… she been bitching at you about me or what?”
“Well as to the money, I’d rather have a really excellent hot fudge sundae now and again and I really want to taste that ice crème you want to make. So if I fix the machine, I get to eat the ice crème. Seems fair to me. As to Maggie, she’s never bitched about you, but she told me that it’s hard on you working long hours and money is tight and your rules about what the kids can have from the bakery. The boys have had their fill for a long time, so now it’s Maggie’s turn. I mean fair is fair… right? She’s a really good kid Harold… give her a chance and you might be pleasantly surprised.”
I saw the guilt in his eyes. It was as obvious as someone getting caught steeling. He bobbed his head for a moment or two and said, “Okay… we got a deal. How much do you think the parts will cost?”
“Probably around five hundred or so, I doubt much more. Besides I get a real good discount on the stuff I buy. At retail it might cost over a grand. The drum motor will probably be the most expensive part of all. Trust me, the chain drive will out live the planet by the time I’m through with it. Oh, and we’ll need a tachometer on the shaft of the drum, and a chill gauge for the drum temperature. That way there won’t be any guessing after you fine tune it.”
“Never thought this would ever get working, but now I think it will. Okay, I got stuff to do, so I’ll leave you to it. If you need any help, just ask one of the guys that are still working and they’ll give you a hand.”
We shook on the deal and Harold went his way, and I got busy. It took me an hour to get the parts I needed off the machine. Harold must have been watching me, because just as I was about to leave he walked over to me and said, “See that table over there… your lunch is ready. Load the stuff and wash up in back and then eat. Okay?”
I smiled at him and said, “Nice touch Harold… thanks, I didn’t have breakfast.”
When I sat down I saw a paper thin corned beef sandwich stacked about two inches thick on thick sliced Jewish rye, a large bowl of vinegar slaw, a large pickle, a small side of Kishka and gravy, a Napoleon, and a coke. This guy pays attention to detail and remembers what his customers like. I liked that.
When I left, I walked up to the counter and said, “Harold, I didn’t see a check. How much do I owe you?”
He just looked at me and said, “If there ain’t no check, then I guess you don’t owe me anything. But do come back and see us again.”
I smiled and said, “See you later, and thanks, it was as always simply great,” and then I walked out to the pick-up to drive the parts home.
Chapter 17 Way too many Confessions
It was about three-thirty and I was working on some of the ice crème machine parts on my porch machine shop and I heard a small commotion in the gangway. Then I heard the thumping of little girl feet stomping up my back stairs. I opened the door just as they rang the bell. I think they were a bit startled. Of course it was Maggie and Heather and they seemed to be arguing about something, if I had heard correctly.
“Afternoon ladies… and what did I do to deserve this visit on a Thursday afternoon?”
I stood aside as they walked in and closed the door behind them. They didn’t look all that happy so I asked them, “What’s going on… someone die?”
Heather just opened her mouth to say something, and Maggie stopped her and said, “I’m a little scared.”
“Manny will figure out what to do. Just relax.”
Maggie just lightly glared at her and crossed her arms across her chest. I said, “Would it be better to talk in the kitchen? This is sounding really serious guys.”
Heather nodded and we went in and sat down.
Heather said, “Before I get started, I just want you to know that I was a little upset that Maggie and you spent some REAL quality time together the other day. When do I get my turn? I heard it was really special.”
I had to giggle a little but said, “I’m all yours whenever you want. You know we didn’t arrange to meet, it all happened quite by accident.”
Well at least that put a smile on her face as I saw her hand go under her skirt. Damn she was such a little horn dog, and just looking at her you’d never suspect it.
Being very animated Heather said, “That’s what Maggie said, but the whole help me fix my bike thing was such a crock. She knew she wanted to get something BIG from you.”
“Hey kid… come here… I haven’t seen you for more than two weeks and I missed your hugs and kisses. So get over here for a hug.”
Her smile was epic as she literally threw herself at me. After a couple minutes of smooching, Maggie said, “Come on Heather…Lets do this.”
Heather just turned around looking at Maggie as she sat on my lap and waited for Maggie to continue.
Maggie smiled and just pointed her finger to where Heather had been sitting.
Heather said, “But why? It’s comfortable on his lap.”
“Yea and you’ll be wigglin all over him and getting hot and stuff and then the conversation will have to wait. So get over here. When we’re done, take him in the bedroom and have yourself some fun – just not now.”
Heather looked at me and said, “Can we play when she’s done?”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I said.
She got off me and went to sit in her chair then looked at Maggie and said, “Well get going Mag… times a wasting?”
“I aint talking. She’s your sister. You tell him.”
“But you got caught with Hayden and if that hadn’t happened: Goldie wouldn’t know a thing, so you tell the story.”
Getting frustrated I said, “Hey… Hey… Come on girls, this sounds serious, what’s going on? And I don’t care who tells me. Am I in deep shit here?” Deep shit did not account for my trembling hands. This time, I got pretty frightened, but it was time to listen and not get angry. Besides maybe they were in more trouble than I thought.
They looked at each other for a few seconds very seriously and then a smile started to form on both of their mouths. Some sort of tacit agreement had been reached when Maggie said, “Okay Manny… Heather will start and I’ll fill-in the rest - alright?”
“Whatever,” I said, “just try to make it simple.
Heather started, “Well it really starts a couple of years ago when I was eight. Sometimes Mom would need to get me a sitter when my older sister Goldie wasn’t going to be around. Goldie had a younger friend named Shiori who lived a couple of doors down the street. Shiori was nearly twelve then, I think. Sometimes she’s sit me at her house, sometimes mine. She always complained that she needed her computer to do her homework, but that was bull. She wanted to get me to go to sleep so her boyfriend Hayden and her could mess around, and that was better done at her house. Sometimes Maggie even stayed overnight when Shiori was sitting me, and that was fine with Shiori cause we left them alone. About the same time is when Maggie and I started messing around with each other. But this one night, we stayed awake. Shiori tried to put us to bed really early. The house was empty except for me, Maggie and Shiori. Her parents own a Japanese restaurant and work late. That night was one of the nights when Hayden came over.”
“Maggie and I heard the front door shut and we waited awhile, then crept down the stairs to see what was going on. She and Hayden were in the family room and by then most of their clothes were off and they were making out. That’s when we saw her going down on Hayden and him sucking on her puss. They also screwed that night. Well, by the time we headed back to the bedroom, we were horny as could be. After we got each other off we fell asleep.”
“Anyway, one time over at Heather’s house, they caught us watching them. That was about a year ago. By that time, we were doing stuff with some of the younger guys… well older than us cause they had bigger things. Hayden was so handsome, and yea… really pretty too. We fantasized about his cock a lot. Shiori was angry, and afraid that we would rat her out to her folks, so she said that we had to play too. At first Hayden didn’t want to because we were so young, but we got him to change his mind. We’d been watching them do it for so long and wanting too ourselves that Maggie went down on Hayden and got him off really good. Shiori was really surprised.” As Maggie sucked on Hayden, Shiori made me go down on her. That was sweet. She comes pretty quickly, and she got off really good too. So that’s how we ended up knowing them and we learned a lot too. Shiori is a bit jealous of Hayden… but she was okay with us messing with him if she was there. Well at least until last week when you were gone...”
Maggie interrupted her, “If Manny’s going to get mad at me at me at lease let me tell this part, okay?”
Heather nodded at her and Maggie started. “See when you were gone I thought that it would be easier for me if I… well… did it… to see if I could handle it, and so I thought about Hayden. That’s another story, but while I really wanted you to be the first, it was a little scary, so I coaxed Hayden to come with me to Heather’s house one day when we knew Goldie wouldn’t be there. So Heather and I talked him into coming over, and frankly it didn’t take much coaxing. Now I didn’t tell him why I wanted him to do it to me, just that I did. He’d messed with us both for a long time and I really think he was thinking it was hot anyway, but we didn’t want Shiori there. So with Heather and me all messing around and doing stuff to Hayden, I just sat across his hips and put him inside me. It didn’t take long for Hayden to start humping on me, and I was really enjoying that - hardly hurt a bit. So while he’s screwing me, Heather is sitting on his face. We all got off about the same time and I loved it when he shot his stuff inside of me. You mad at me, Manny?”
I smiled at her and said, “How could I be mad for you? Seems like that was going to happen soon anyway, and… no honey, I’m not mad at all. But I assume that there’s a lot more to this story. Right?”
“Well, yea… that was the good part. The bad part is that Goldie was really home that day. When she heard the two of us getting loud she came to peak at us. Now Goldie is really hornier than Heather is… she’s secretly seeing this guy in college and probably a couple of others too. Anyway, she knows Hayden but she didn’t mess with him cause he’s a little young for her. I just know she got herself off in the hall watching us. But after Hayden left all happy and shit, Heather and I were talking about you and what we wanted you to do to us. Goldie, I know, heard some of that conversation from the hall again. So she walked in to bust us and find out who you were. She knows your name for sure. Now before you go all ape shit, she didn’t snitch to her mom, or anyone else. But she does want to meet you. Oh, and she ratted out Hayden to Shiori, and Shiori is pissed at me and Heather. That probably won’t last very long. It’s happened before, and besides we got stuff on her and Goldie to snitch if it all goes wrong anyway. They both know that so for now everything’s sort of cool. Sorry for all the shit Manny, you don’t deserve this.”
“Look guys, “If all of this is true, then Goldie is probably wanting to make sure that you are both okay and won’t get hurt. That’s what brothers, well most brothers and sisters do – look out for each other. Besides, it seems like all you kids are into sex and have been at it for a pretty long time. I don’t like this… I mean Goldie knowing, but hopefully it will all work out.” Inside, I was absolutely terrified.
“Well at least I know how both of you ladies know so much about sex. Sorry guys, I doubt there are many girls your age that have the skill and knowledge that you do about sex. You are both just too damn good at it and really seem to like it as much as adults. So Hayden and a couple of other boys, plus some girls taught you. The mind boggles. Tell me, did you enjoy your time with Hayden, Maggie?”
“It was really cool, and yea I liked it a lot. Then you came home and did me, and that was… well sheesh… so off the scale there ain’t no comparison. But at least Hayden didn’t hurt me… and got me off really good too. Manny, I liked it a lot. It didn’t hurt at all, either.”
“But Sam did… that bastard,” said Heather.
Maggie’s head snapped to glare at Heather.
Immediately I said, “Oh… is that the cousin you mentioned, Maggie? We never finished that conversation from the other day. What happened anyway?”
Her head snapped back to me and in no time I saw tears welling up in her eyes.
I put my hand on top of hers and said, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but that seems to be a really big hurt inside of you. For now all I can do is assume the worst.”
Heather stayed quiet for a change. Smart girl I thought.
Sniffling, Maggie said, “It was worse than that. He raped me twice the same day. Him and his fat ugly black cock. It was after Heather and I started messing around and I liked to get all tingly. I’d just turned nine, and one day at a family picnic he dragged me over into the woods and took my panties down. I guess I sort of let him thinking he was goin to make me feel the same way. But he got really rough, and then he pulled out his pecker and wanted me to suck it. I told him I wouldn’t, and when he tried to force me, I bit him… well his cock. He got mad and tossed me on the ground and then stuck his thing in me. He had his hand over my mouth so nobody could hear me scream. Damn Manny it hurt so bad I passed out. When I woke up he’d shot his stuff all over my bottom and dress. He tried to calm me down but then started sayin all kinds of nasty things to me. I guess that got him worked up all over again, so he stuck it in again even though I was still bleeding. Luckily, daddy came looking for me and saw what he was doin. He beat him nearly to death and was yelling something fierce at him, which brought over more of my relatives. They saw me layin on the ground bleeding and my Aunt picked me up, and got me away from there. The cops came and arrested him, and I went to the hospital. That was almost as bad as what Sam had done to me. But he ain’t goin to hurt me no more. He can’t get out until he’s fifty and that’s a long time from now. So now you know.”
I got up from my chair, even I had tears in my eyes now, and kneeled by her chair. “Is it okay if I hug you sweetie?” She just rolled off the chair into my arms and started balling. Heather joined me and we just sat hugging her until she ran out of tears.
About ten minutes later I said, “I’m amazed that you recovered so fast and actually now really enjoy sex. That’s hard to rationalize.”
She hugged me real tightly then kissed me gently on my lips. “The judge, or somebody got me into a counseling program. I was in it for maybe six months. She was a nice lady, and she had a similar experience when she was young. She told me that what he did to me wasn’t about sex, it was about being in control and powerful. She said that he needed to be able to hurt me, and frighten me – that’s what got him off. It took awhile to understand that, but I finally got it. Most of me liking sex so much is because of Heather. That night, after he raped me, Dad let Heather spend the night with me. When we got ready for bed she wanted to see how bad my pussy was hurt. Then one thing led to another and she ended up making me tingle. It took her a long time, a really long time, but that was the start of me healing. I love her so much for doing that, and always will. She was about makin me feel good, and he was about terrorizing me, and he used my privates to make me really scared. Heather did the opposite making me feel awesome. Then my bike broke and I met you. When you paid my fare on the bus, I figured you for bein a good guy even after all the shit I gave you. Then… well you know what happened from there. But Manny, when you rubbed my tummy that night, I knew you liked to tingle too, and I actually got off a little with you just doin that. I figured and was right that little girls excited you, but way different from him. He was a molester and a rapist. You are a lover and you really care about me and Heather. Now I tingle three times as good as I did before I met you, and it’s cool, cause I make you really tingle too. And I know you really like that.
I hadn’t noticed but Heather had tears coming down her cheeks as Maggie was talking to me. Maggie and I noticed at the same time.
“You okay Heather?” Asked Maggie.
She just shook her head up and down, then said, “It was nice what you said about me, Mag. I just never heard or knew you thought that way about me. I didn’t think that I did anything special that night. I just knew that I wanted to make you feel better. I’m glad I did.”
In no time at all two little girls were hugging and crying on each other for a pretty long time. If they were best friends before, they were now inseparable.
After awhile, we all settled down and the conversation was reasonably back to normal. I could tell that Heather still had one thing on her mind. But in all of the commotion I had forgotten to give Heather her gift. I thought twice about that, but figured what the hell, besides it was the right time. Heather had waited long enough, at least for her.
I looked at her and said, “Sweetie, on the table in the living room is a wrapped package for you. Why not go and open it. It’s just a little something I got for you.”
Before the sentence was finished, she was out of the kitchen. Maggie laughed at Heather’s eagerness as I held her hand and said, “You alright sweetie?”
She got up from her chair walked over to me and out her arms around me, as I pulled her towards me for a nice hug. “I’ll be fine, Manny. I just don’t like to talk about that. But I’m so glad I met you… even though I knew better; a year or so ago I thought all men were like Sam. Now I know different, but my senses got tuned up and now I can feel who to avoid and who I might be able to trust. That - and you are a really hot lover. You know Heather wants to try and do what we did the other day. You know I had to tell her, right?”
“Thought you might, but she’s a lot smaller I think. Not sure if that will work or not, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.” I said.
“Well she wants to try you in her pussy, but if not, she will want you to put it up her butt. She loves stuff up her butt, and if she can get both in the same day, she’ll be really happy. I’ve seen her get off with just that cigar tube in her butt. She really likes it. For me it’s just okay, but for her it seems to be amazing.”
My cock really loved this conversation when I heard Heather yelling in the bedroom. She yelled, “Come on in here guys!”
Maggie took my hand as we walked towards the bedroom, but Heather was in the living room – just posing for us looking all sexy with her new sexy red lace top and thong with black ties.
Maggie looked at her and said, “Heather… where did you get the sucker?”
“Had it in a pocket in my shorts. Seemed to add a nice touch. Wish it was red instead of orange… you know… to match.”
Then she looked at me and said, “Manny… like it? Is it sexy enough? It’s fits me perfectly.”
Maggie beat me to it and said, “Turn around, I want to see the back.”
She turned and put her hands on her hips as she said, “Not much back there, but I guess that was the point.”
And she was right. The thong was not a true whale tail. The thin transparent black fabric and elastic curved over the top of her small tight buns gracefully and went into her crack about a third of the way down her bottom.
“Unbelievably sexy, Heather… but you make them sexy, and not the other way around,” I said. “Just don’t take them home. I don’t want your mom asking where the hell you got those. And the other ones in the package are probably a lot more revealing.”
“You mean there’s more?” She screeched as she ran to the box and tissue paper was flying all over the place.
Maggie laughed as Heather found the other three items and looked pretty overwhelmed. She sat on her legs on the floor smiling widely and then started to tear and said, “Wow, Manny… this is awesome… they are so pretty and… Hey… how did you find this sexy stuff in my size? Do they really make sexy undies for kids?” She ran over to me and jumped up in my arms and gave me a big wet kiss as she pulled away for an answer.
“Yea,” said Maggie, “I want to know where you got these too.”
“Not really, and I think a lot of people would be alarmed if they did. But I happened upon a clothing store for little-people… you know dwarfs and people of small stature. They had a selection of sexy lingerie and hey – what the hell. So that’s where they came from. It wasn’t a huge selection, but looking at you I think I did okay. You like them?”
Heather’s eyes twinkled at me still in my arms and her smile was amazing. She said, “I love them so much I want to take them off and give you a proper thank you for about six hours if you can handle it.”
Maggie came over and swatted her on the bottom reasonably hard causing Heather to tense a little as she said, “You really are shameless,” and then to my surprise Heather said, “Was that an invitation, Mag,” as she looked at her all sexily.”
“Get Manny to swat your bottom, he hasn’t had the pleasure yet.”
“But he doesn’t know how to do it… you teach him… okay?”
They were talking like I wasn’t even there, and hearing this conversation got me really hard. Never did I think I’d get that huge a reaction for just buying the girls some sexy underwear, then again, I doubt that there were many girls their age who had ever seen this stuff, let alone having it fit them.
Heather turned to look at me and even more bubbly than before, she said, “Manny, since I’m being such a bad girl wearing this stuff, don’t you think I need a spanking?”
Maggie started laughing I think at both of us; Heather for her line that was delivered straight, and my look of shock when she said it.
Itching to give this a try I had to say, “But honey I don’t want to ever hurt you, and I don’t think…”
She interrupted me and said, “It stings if you do it right, but just a little and it doesn’t hurt, especially when you smack my poop hole and clit. Then it gets to really feel good. Maggie will show you. Oh… don’t let her kid you either, she likes it too. She actually started the whole butt smacking thing. Then one day I got off on it, and we’ve been doing it every so often since then.
“Heather! Shut up,” said Maggie. “Don’t go telling him all our secrets.”
Heather ignored her as she came in and gave me a really sweet deep kiss. Now I was still holding her in my arms with my fingers holding onto her unbelievably sexy bottom.
After the kiss she said, “Put me down Manny.”
I did, and then she slid off her thong, inspected it, then looked up at me and said, “Thought you might have poked a hole through this thin material and didn’t want to risk it. Besides I’m starting to leak with all this nasty talk.”
Then she looked at Maggie and said, “Now don’t get angry with me okay? But you had some private time with Manny and I’d like some too. You mind?” She said sheepishly.
Maggie looked harshly at her, then a smile broke on her face and said, “Sheeeit… hows come I can’t even pretend to be mad at you any more – naaa, I don’t mind, but can I go after I watch him lick you first? I know how it feels but I don’t know what he does.”
Heather smiled at her and gave her a hug, then said to me, “So come on Manny. Let her see how to really get me off. You don’t mind, do you?”
The girls looked at me and frowned seeing my concerned look.
“What’s the matter Manny?” asked Maggie.
“Come here girls,” I said. They did and I wrapped my arms around them.
They were looking all sad at me, so I just said, “Look, what you told me about in the kitchen – not just about Goldie, but the stuff about Sam too, upset me inside. None of that is your fault at all. I stepped over the line with both of you. Adults should not be doing the things I’m doing with you. It’s really frustrating, because for some reason, I think this has been a positive experience for us all. But I should have known better than to start. Soon it all seemed like this kind of thing happens every day, and I just went with it. But right now, I’m concerned that things could get out of hand, and I’m frightened. I love you both so much, and this whole thing is my fault anyway. Other than being curious, you both have no guilt here at all. Maybe after this thing with Goldie blows over I’ll feel better, but today – right now – I’m pretty upset and if you both don’t mind, I’d like to think over what you told me earlier and not mess around any more today. Is that okay?”
Heather and Maggie both had tears in their eyes and hugged me real closely.
“We’re really sorry Manny… honest. We’d never do anything to get you in trouble. You know that right,” said Maggie.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. You’ve done nothing wrong. I just have to think things over some. And you know that if you aren’t feeling really good, very special things aren’t so special if you are feeling the way I am right now. That’s really the reason. Please don’t be upset Heather. You are such a special wonderful girl, and you look so amazing all decked out in those amazingly sexy underwear. For the time, please leave them here. I don’t want your mom or Goldie finding them. Okay?”
Still crying she nodded her head. Then Maggie said, “Take a couple of the others with you. You can put them in my hiding place at home. Ain’t nobody going to find them there. You okay with that Manny?”
“Sure… but save this outfit for here.”
As they dried their tears Heather grabbed me and gave me a big kiss and said, “You promise you’re not going to kick us out and we’ll never see you again are you?”
“Of course not honey. I hope to be around when you’re both old ladies with grey hair. You can push me around in my wheelchair and we can giggle at what we did – back in the day. Fair enough?”
They both tried to giggle but it came out all wrong. There were three pretty unhappy people moping around that afternoon. But it was a day to reflect upon all that had happened. Little did I know what the next day would bring.
I hugged and kissed them both at the back door as they left. Maggie started walking down the steps and Heather came flying back into my arms with a tear streaming down her face and said, “Okay for today, and besides I know we messed up. I’m real sorry about that, but when you’re feeling better I really need some serious loving from you. And I’m not going to wait too long. Promise me that I’m next Manny?”
As I wiped her eye, I said, “You are at the top of my list. I love you a bunch, but you know that. Now go off and be a kid for the rest of the day… okay?”
Maggie heard it all and she helped me by saying, “Yea let’s go get into kid trouble. Should be pretty easy.”
As they left I went inside, poured myself into the parts I had been working on, finished them and went to the bakery to put it all back together. A couple of days later, Harold and I started the job of getting this machine doing what it was intended to do.
By that time, I was feeling much better and had even see Heather and Maggie a couple of times at the bakery. They were giving me some space and acting very adult about that. I really loved those two. They were very special.
Chapter 19 Die Maschine & the Grand Opening
Well, the Ice Crème machine took some work, more than I thought, but after finding the right multi-ratio gearbox and double stranded steel roller chain and matching chain sprockets with a breaking load of 14,400 pounds, together with a 10 HP, 3 phase, beater drum motor told me we were in business. With the added tachometer on the drum shaft and a very accurate temperature gauge for the chilling drum we were ready to try a load of ice crème mix or two.
Working together it took Harold and I three tries to get a batch that was reasonably good and two days later, perfection was achieved. The stuff was rich and dense and looked like it had egg yokes in it because of it’s rich coloring, but it was just the butterfat content that provided that. The last tweak got it to the right consistency. It was amazing, and I had never tasted any ice crème that glorious ever.
I was cleaning up when I saw Harold taste that sample, and I swear he almost cried. He went dancing around the bakery kitchen and singing like a kid at Christmas. As he ran by me, he gave me a small sample and in no time was back with two tulip Sundae glasses with his homemade hot fudge and whipped crème. When he was through putting it all together he handed me one lightly covered with small chunks of golden Georgia Pecans. Oh, the whipped crème didn’t come from a pressurized container either; he piped it out of a pastry bag and it was amazing.
As he ate, about midway through he said, “That’s the best use of about 3800 calories I’ve ever tasted.”
That summed it up alright, and while it wasn’t terribly filling; I swear you could hear the sounds of the plaque attaching itself to my arteries. This stuff was amazing, pure, and simple.
When he finished he did have a tear in his eye and he got up and came over to me all emotional and gave me a huge hug thanking me for my efforts. I was so delighted with the sundae, I hugged him back. He was generous with praise for what I had done and it was visible on his face. The man was genuinely ecstatic.
A week later, he opened, “Harold’s Old Fashioned Soda Fountain and Coffee Bar.” For the first month he served only Milk Shakes, Malted Milks, Hot Fudge and Hot Caramel Sundaes, and he only made Vanilla and Chocolate versions of the ice crème. The Sundaes cost $9.95 for a double scoop, and $7.95 for a single. But they had a Double your money back guarantee, if you didn’t think they were worth it. So far, not one soul has ever made a claim.
Another interesting thing happened at the Grand Opening. The place was packed with invited and uninvited guests after the fat yellow ribbon to that area was cut. During the short talk before the ribbon cutting Harold said, “This was a shared labor of love. I knew the kind of Ice Cream I wanted to make and had a very old recipe, but it took Manny several weeks – Come on Manny… stand up, rebuilding my old machine to produce the samples you all have in your hands right now. Okay, now everybody have a taste and tell me what you think?”
It had been a bit noisy before, but when everyone tasted the ice crème sample, it all went dead quiet. Even other shoppers not involved in this grand opening just watched. Harold and I watched the faces of those sampling this frozen ecstasy. It was like they were eating something profoundly different for the very first time. Even Maggie who stood next to her dad was rather awestruck. Then as the samples were finished, smiles took over previously serious faces, and that lead to a spontaneous burst of applause from the guests. It was rather overwhelming. Some of the guests were applauding at Harold and others at me. It was a real emotional experience.
Shortly after, the tables were filled as the other shoppers were asking for their first sample. Not long after the entire staff was serving up the most delicious ice crème I’d ever tasted.
As I ate yet another Hot Fudge Sundae, but the first one since back in the bakery kitchen, I saw Heather heading my way looking really happy. The surprise was that she was dragging along what easily could be her mother and two other girls a bit older. One of them had to be Shiroi. I was surprised at seeing her. Everyone gets images of people that they don’t know, and as far as my image of Shiori, I was dead wrong. Who the other one wasn’t much of a question either as Goldie was a simply a taller more filled out version of Heather but with lighter red hair with a lot of blond in it. Her mom was looking at me with a smile, Shiori was trying to avert my eyes, and Goldie was looking at me rather questioningly but had a wicked smile to boot. That was interesting.
Now as far as MILF’s go, the Mom was certainly close to the top of the list as you could get… well at least for my tastes. Problem was, she was a natural platinum blond with blond eyebrows and lashes. I didn’t trust blue-eyed blonds. Maybe she stood five-foot five inches tall, a size 1 or 2, with a small chest and incredibly long tapered legs for her height. She had light blue eyes and a gorgeous smile with two matching dimples on her cheeks. She was wearing a very nice raw silk dress and maybe two-inch high heals that made her legs look even better.
That she had a smile on her face told me I wasn’t in trouble yet… so that was a good thing, but I had a hunch that her sister was going to test me today. As they approached my little table, Maggie arrived at the same time.
As Heather started to say something, her mom interrupted her and said, “So you are the famous Manny – fixer of bicycles, bullies, and ice cream machines. Heather, and Maggie have told me a lot about you and it’s finally nice to meet you.”
She put her hand out to shake mine and as I took it, I decided not to shake it but lift it and kiss the back of her hand. When I finished I looked her in the eyes and said, “Well now I know where Heather gets her beauty and her charm from. It’s a pleasure to meet you…”
“…Just call me Joy,” she said as I thought I saw her get a little chill, accompanied by a skin flush as well..
Heather looked up at me and said, “Yea Manny, don’t call her Joyce, she really hates her real name.”
In my head I thought, What a fitting name. Bet you have served up a lot of Joy in your lifetime, and my guess is that at least one little girl picked up some unexpected genetics from you as well. There is a God!, but said, “Certainly nice to meet you Joy.”
“And oh… by the way, this is Heather’s older sister Goldie who was looking me over really closely, and their friend Shiori. We had to come and taste this ice cream that Maggie hasn’t stopped talking about.”
I said hi to both girls then asked if they wanted to sit down for a Sundae. The place was packed and the table was just-maybe large enough for two adults and one child, but a few loose chairs were found and with Heather sitting on her moms lap and Maggie sitting on mine there was just enough room to sit elbow to elbow. Shiori and Goldie took up seats beside me with Joy across from me.
In pretty fast order, the rest of the ladies were served one-scoop sundaes. Like everyone else, these were eaten in relative silence with the consistent sounds of lips smacking all around the tables. There was a feeling in the air that something special was going here, and new arrivals to the Deli-Bakery-Soda Fountain felt it immediately. I’m not sure if it was my growing bulge from all this beauty around me, or the ice crème, or both. Maggie knew too and wiggled on me deliberately and smiled her wicked little smile back at me. Goldie was watching intently; and occasionally Heather grinned back at her too.
There was just chit-chat after we were finished but there was a line of waiting customers outside waiting for a table, so we finished and stood up as Heather and Maggie bused the table.
While they were gone, Joy said, “If Heather ever gets in your way or pesters you too much, just shoo her home. Since my husband and I separated she’s been a little lost and I think she’s picked you as a surrogate dad. I even think she has a little crush on you too. But what ever you are doing certainly has helped her mood. She’s back to being the bright sparkly kid I used to know. So thanks for that. Maggie and Heather got to be close because of… well Harold and her brothers… but you know about that. You like kids?”
“I grew up in a large family and it was a daunting task cause I was the second youngest, But as an adult I never spent much time with children until these two came along, except for my pathetic brother who was as very late arrival. But they’re good kids and they’ve brightened my days too, so I guess it’s good all the way around. And she’s really no bother at all. Generally they only come over on the weekends for a couple of hours. So don’t worry about them.”
Goldie cozied up to me just then and said, “Is it okay of some time I come by with Heather?”
No fucking way? I don’t want this to get messed up no matter how adorably beautiful you are with your braless little titties and hard nipples all poking against that flimsy top of yours. “Sure,” I said, hoping she would have better things to do. “Feel free to drop by yourself. I make a hell of a cup of coffee.”
Goldie said, “I hear from Maggie that you really love the light, rich, creamy insides of Harold’s Napoleons. I really like them too. But life is all about the goo now isn’t it?”
Joy said, “Oh behave yourself, Goldie.” Turning to me she continued with, “That’s nice of you.” Then she leaned in closer and spoke softly saying, “She’s been trying to sneak out with some guy in junior college that she met, and having her kept busy is my recent mission in life. I don’t want my fifteen-year old messing with some guy a lot older. That tragedy will come soon enough for me. At least she’d be safe with you and her little sister.”
I almost choked when Joy said that, as did Maggie and Heather having returned to the table and being close enough to hear her. Of course Goldie and Shiori heard everything that Joy has said.
Goldie said, “Oh mom… stop… this is so embarrassing. And besides, Heath is really sweet. He’s dreamy too.”
“They’re all dreamy until they knock you up. Just remember that…” then she got all embarrassed because she realized I was sitting there too, and looking at me she continued with, “…sorry Manny, I shouldn’t have said that in front of you. It’s so frustrating being a mom.”
Then Goldie not to be outdone said to her mom, “It’s more frustrating being your kid sometimes, mom… not that I don’t love you but your choices haven’t worked out too well for you either.”
Joy got all flustered and turned bright red, then said, “This conversation is over, and we’ll discuss it later… in a proper setting… understand, Goldie?”
Goldie knew when to stop, but I could see a little smile running across Shiori’s mouth as well. Shirori was as quiet as a church mouse, but kept looking at me with her head bowed peaking out at me with her eyes from underneath her eyebrows. She was so pretty and exotic it was difficult to control myself. Looking at this group of beautiful girls and a woman was a heady experience. But my brain decided that, The government is fucking with the water… that’s the only possible reason this crew is so oversexed.
I had one other realization. That was if Joy ever made a pass at me, I’d nail her real quick. She just had to be one nasty lady in the bedroom… I could tell, and based on Heather being a younger version I couldn’t imagine what I would have been in store for. Besides, I wanted to see her blond pubes, if she had any. That would be new for me as well. Then there was Goldie. If mom was a knockout, Goldie had arrived at that perfect place between girl and woman. A total Lolita… and Shiori was racing head to head with her as well.
Maggie sitting back on my lap quietly whispered, “Quit staring, you’re getting too obvious.”
Heather smiled and then gave me the evil eye. She knew that the candy store was filling up and she wanted to be the next piece selected.
After Joy, Shiori and Goldie had departed the bakery, Harold called me over behind the counter and he got Maggie and Heather to help with the ice crème orders. The place was packed.
Harold said, “I’m running out of the ice crème mix already. I’ve already gone through 40 gallons. Even thought I realize that the traffic is very heavy today and will calm down some, I’m going to need another machine or two. If I get them, will you help get them ready to use? But this time, if you agree - how about a percentage of the profits… say 15%... but you’ve got to keep them running if they break too. I believe that if the business stays this good, the ice crème profits could be huge. You game?”
I smiled at Harold who had yet another sample in his hand. Harold was a pretty big man to begin with – not really that tall, but on the chunky side and if he kept eating this stuff he would be huge in no time. So I said, “Well you certainly have to have a stand-by machine just to be safe, but after the reaction today, I think you’re right. Let me think it over some, Harold and I’ll let you know. But do try to find the same model that you have. They’ll be a lot easier to get working cause we have experience with it. Besides it makes amazing ice crème, and the parts will be the same and easier to repair.”
“Okay, but let me know soon. I gotta get back to the bakery… what a hell of a day this has been.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I said as Harold approached another customer.
Chapter 20 Background conversation and Goldie
It was time to get ready to go back to work. It wasn’t going to be a short trip either, but such is life.
Mid-morning on Saturday, I headed to the bakery which was already jammed up with customers, but I caught Harold’s attention and we walked into the back. I told him I’d accept his offer, but also let him know I’d be away for nearly a month this time. To my surprise he thought that was perfect. He had already located one machine, but was still looking for another. He figured by the time I got back, they’d be waiting for me to get working.
Just as we had finished talking, Maggie walked in on us. I hadn’t told her yet, and she wasn’t happy with the news, but knew I had no control over my work assignments.
She was working that day and asked if she could come by later, around seven to give me a good-buy hug. I winked at her and headed back home to pack.
Heather came by in the early afternoon. Apparently Maggie had called her and told her I was leaving for awhile.
“You were going to tell me you were leaving… right?” She said standing straight with her hands on her hips looking like a school teacher ready to scold a pupil.
I put my finger up to the bottom of my chin, looked upward and went, “Hummmm.” Then, without warning, I snatched her up in my arms, tickled her just a little which made her wiggle so violently she almost fell to the floor – kissed her and said, “Of course I was… I just found out this morning when I called in. I’d never leave without saying good-bye to you or Maggie.”
Now her face was alive with smiles and twinkling blue eyes, as her arms held on to my neck. She came closer and kissed me really sweetly, pulled away and said, “Oooo I’ve been missing that – you’ve really been avoiding me lately. I guess the whole Goldie thing really scared you, didn’t it?
As I carried her into the living room, I said, “Sure I was. But, I’m not sure how much she really knows about the goings on over here with you and Maggie. It’s been almost three weeks since I met her, and she doesn’t seem in a hurry to come over and meet me. She’s your sister, maybe you can let me know what’s going on.”
I sat us both in my recliner and she cozied up to me curling herself up but never letting go of me either. It felt really nice holding her again.
Heather said, “Later that night, after you met her at Harold’s she came in to my room at home and we talked a long time. She was really surprised when she saw you. She told me she got all juicy looking at you – she said you were a hunk… a real hunk. She didn’t have to ask me why Maggie and me had the hots for you. She knew. But she asked me to tell her how it all started… I mean us meeting you. So I told her about the day Maggie and you caught the same bus and that whole story. All I told her was about the talk you had with Maggie and how you touched her stomach, and then did the same to me because I asked you too, and the talk you and Maggie had that night that led up to that. I never told her about the other stuff we’d done. I think she knows that we’ve done other stuff, but she didn’t push me. She said that someday, she wants you to do that to her, cause she didn’t believe that it could be so… well stimulating.”
“And that was all? If you talked for a long time, there has to be more. Please tell me Heather?”
“She said when we were eating the Sundae’s she got hot watching Maggie sitting on your lap, and she was dreaming about being Maggy and wiggling all over your cock. She wanted to know if I’d ever seen it. I told her that once I caught you changing your clothes and saw it, but you didn’t see me. She asked me all kinds of questions like that, and got really worked up when I told her.”
“How old is Goldie, anyway?
“Fifteen… she a sophomore.”
“What else did you talk about?”
“Well most of it was really about Shiori. Shiori asked Goldie where you lived. I mean Goldie is… well really even hornier than I am, and Shiori is actually worse. She’s been doing it since she was six. Back then she did it with her eleven year-old cousin. Shiori has big hots for you, and she thinks that her boyfriend Hayden would be hot for you too. They’re both bi.”
“Well I’m not bi, so forget that.”
“Don’t say that until you’ve seen Hayden. He’s prettier than all of us. I mean he’s beautiful and sexy and quite a good lover and really sweet and kind. He acts a lot older than boys his age. All of the girls; and the gay or bi guys want to be with him. But he’s fussy. He really likes Asian’s for some reason, and since Shiori is Asian and mostly acts more like a guy than a girl – he really has a thing for her energy. They hooked up when he and Shiori ended up in the same 5th grade class, and have been together ever since. Since Shiori likes three-ways, Hayden has been doing my sister too every do often but with Shiori. Goldie’s bi too. Hayden wants to find another guy to play with him and Shiori, but like I said, he’s fussy. Shiori and Goldie have been best friends since Shiori moved to the school and started 3rd grade. Goldie was in 4th, but they hooked up almost right away.
“Well it is very unlikely Heather. Last time I was with a guy was when I was eleven, and we messed around cause we were looking at a porn magazine he found. The only reason we were messing around is because he was the first boy I’d seen who wasn’t circumcised, and I was curious about that. But back to Goldie. You and your sister talk about sex a lot it seems. Isn’t that unusual given your age differences?”
“Not really. Shiori told her that Maggie and I had caught her and Hayden doing it, and then what we all started doing after. Goldie has even shown Maggie and I a couple of tricks. Mom caught us once and thought it was funny. She’s a horn dog too. She has lots of boyfriends, and maybe even a girlfriend or two, but I only get to meet the few guys she actually brings home.”
Heather had now uncurled herself and was sitting with her legs next to mine and facing me – her arms were still around my neck. She didn’t even realize that she was rubbing her pussy on my crotch. When I looked down to her crotch, she stopped a moment and said, “Sheesh, this talk is getting me all worked up Manny.”
“We can get to that later, but what about Goldie and her concern over me?”
“Well the next day Maggie came over, and the three of us talked. Maggie convinced her that you were really okay.
Goldie was still nervous and then Maggie said, “You mess with Manny – ever – you’ll never see what I’m going to do to you coming. You understand girl?”
“Since Maggie hates everyone, that was a threat that Goldie really understood, so she backed off. Now don’t get me wrong, someday, sometime, my hot big sister is going to want to have a go at you. Since we’ve shared a lot, I don’t mind too much. Just leave enough for me and Maggie. Okay? We really love you Manny… but you know that.”
It was as surreal a conversation as I ever expected to be a part of. But it made sense too, in a twisted kind of way. At least it explained a lot about Heather that I’d never known. No wonder she was so open that first night dropping her shorts in the kitchen, right in front of me. She’d played at sex for a long time and just saw it as a natural part of life. Sure Maggie had clued her in, but Heather was Maggie’s support system. She gave Maggie the permission to do things that she never got from anywhere else. And Maggie protected Heather from all harm. That was her part of the bargain. It was a very symbiotic relationship.
“And I love you two so much. Trust me, I never thought I’d end up with two beautiful little girls as my closest friends. But didn’t Goldie think I was a sicko?”
“Sure she did, but in her mind after listening to Maggie and me she figured you for a good sicko, not a bad one. She even told me that night when we talked that she thought you were sweet and knew that you would never hurt either of us. Okay… now that you know all of what happened, can we do some lovin, Manny. It’s been a really long time and…”
I interrupted by putting my lips on hers and pulling her to me for a long wet series of kisses as I rubbed her back and bottom. After awhile in a swift move, Heather jumped off my chair, grabbed my hand and said, “Bedroom. Today is my day Manny, and I can’t wait any longer.”
How could I not smile at this precocious beautiful little girl?
Chapter 21 Heather’s Big Day
As we went into the bedroom, Heather made quick work of stripping and then as she ran out the door, she said, “Get ready… I’m just going to clean up a little. Be right back.”
When she returned I was just laying there with half a hardon and actually wondering what this day would be like. I had been dreaming about it for some time.
Heather was bouncy and even without a springboard she jumped onto the bed and ended up on her back with her head laying on my arm against my shoulder. She quickly turned onto her side and put her hand on my chest. I turned to face her, and kissed her lightly on her lips. Five minutes later she was laying on top of me slathering my face kisses as I caressed her luscious tiny buns and back.
When she pulled away she sat up a little and looked behind her. Turning her head back and looking downward she said, “Okay… it’s all hard and ready, and I’m really wet too. Can I just sit on it Manny?”
I smiled at her eagerness but said, “Not just yet. I think you need some lovin’ first, besides I haven’t tasted you in a long time and I need to refresh my memory some. That okay with you?”
“Shrugging her shoulders and making a large sigh she said, “Well… I guess that’ll be okay… I mean I’ve waited this long. Just make it quick. Promise?”
“Promise,” I said as she almost giggled, “but it’s up to you too you know?”
I scooted over a little and flipped her on her back as I got between her legs. With her legs splayed wide open; I looked down to see her pussy open like a flower. It was truly an amazing and most stimulating sight. I traced its outline with my fingers and then ran both fingers down her slightly hooded ridge. There is nothing as intoxicating as a plump, fat lipped, hairless pussy that is already leaking in anticipation of your next move. Couple that with the happy look on her face, her hardening nipples; and its more than the soul can handle.
She looked at me and said, “It want you to lick it and chew on it and stick your fingers in it… like now.”
Much to her surprise, I just dove into her sucking her whole pussy in my mouth at one time. It happened so fast she giggled really hard like it was a tickle, then she farted. That made her laugh even harder, but as I moved my lips to flick her clit she simmered down and the laughter turned to the beginning of love sounds.
She grabbed her legs and opened them wide over my shoulders and said, “Don’t forget the other hole Manny… you know that needs attention too.”
As my tongue raked from the top of her butt crack over her rose bud and onto her vag, the lovely taste of Heather flowed into my mouth. I actually got shivers down my back. I decided to spend some time on her bottom and soon put a couple of fingers in there as I moved my way up to her clit. My face got lost in her folds of warm welcoming flesh and I was in heaven. For whatever reason; I loved to suck one of her labia into my mouth and just run my mouth from the bottom of it to the top as my teeth nipped on it lightly. Each time my lower lip would rake across her clit. She seemed to love that too.
After a few minutes she was breathing heavier and was starting to get pretty noisy. I stroked her tiny thighs and bottom as I lifted her off the bed. My mouth and tongue still enjoying the feast of her pussy.
As her vocals increased, I decided to back off a lot. I opened her pussy lips and looked at her pearl like clit peaking out from under its hood. Using only the tip of my tongue I started circling it – barely coming into direct contact with it. A few seconds later her breathing got ragged and she was tearing at the sheets, her hands gripping the material very tightly.
“God that feels amazing,” she managed to say.
Then as her orgasm was building I just lightly put the tip of my tongue at the very top of her clit and made very tiny circles with it as I rolled her labia between my fingers and thumb. In no time, she had quieted but was breathing very heavy as her back lifted off, then fell back down onto the bed. Shortly after I heard a scream as her back arched off the bed and she pushed her pus into my mouth. Soon she was shaking with orgasm and her juice factory was in full production. She flopped around like a tuna that had been tossed onto the deck of a fishing boat. To steady her I had to hold on to her hips. Not long after, I felt her hand pushing my head away from her. I backed off and kissed her thighs then moved to kiss her tummy and upward to her nipples finally landing a kiss on her very red and swollen lips.
When I’d finished, she was still breathing pretty heavily but she said, “Oh wow, Manny… that was the best ever. Didn’t last as long, but it was over-the-top intense. Now put it inside me.”
“Get me wet first sweetie.”
As she sat up on the bed she got another big rush, shook it off, and put her lips over my cock getting me wet about three inches. She did this a few times and was starting to enjoy it – as was I, and I finally told her, “Okay… it’s wet enough.”
She flopped back down on the bed and spread her legs open, then smiled a big smile up at me. “Go for it Manny!”
“You want to be on the bottom or the top? Being on top will give you better control.”
She said, “I’ll stay right here, and I’ll let you know if it’s too much and hurts too bad… or to go slower or faster… all that. Now your cock is getting dry, come on hurry.”
I spit on my hand, wet my cock some more, and then curled her legs over my thighs as I positioned myself. I wiped my cock up and down her slit getting as much lube from her as I could.
“Heather, open your pussy lips wide for me… okay?”
She did and I sat the tip of my cock right to her vag and pushed myself into her gently as I watched her face intently. The head was not inside her when I pulled back and then started to enter again. The sight of my cock going inside her got me so hot my cock got larger which was the last thing I wanted to have happen.
“It’s okay, Manny… it doesn’t hurt, but it ain’t feeling good yet either. Put some more inside me.”
I eased into her and god was she tight. I watched the skin of her vag stretch to accommodate the head of my cock. I guess I was moving to slowly for Heather so with her legs over my thighs so she pulled herself into my cock, placing my cock head and a good inch more of me inside of her.
She grimaced a little and I was ready to pull back when she said with a firm voice, “Don’t you dare move, unless you’re going to push it in farther.”
To be a wise ass I saluted her and said, “Yes ma’am!”
She started to laugh and that pushed what I had inside her completely out. Laughing still she said, “Damn Manny… don’t make me laugh or we’ll never get it in. Now come on, put it in again.”
I did, and this time it was much easier. Her skin gripped my cock like it was trying to save my cocks life from some danger – god I loved that. This time she didn’t make a face, so I pulled out to the ridge on the head of my cock and then went in deeper.
Heather got a dreamy look in her eye and said, “Oh wow Manny… that feels so nice, do that again.”
So I did. I pulled out and then moved forward again actually going in an inch further than before.
I was so concerned about her that I hadn’t stopped to feel what her vag was doing to my cock. When I did, I was surprised. Sure she was tight…tighter than Maggie even. For whatever reason there was a curvature to her vag that kept my glans in constant contact with her vaginal walls as I entered and exited her. Her puss was hot and I could feel the moisture pouring from inside her. After feeling that my cock flexed and Heather gripped my arms for a moment tightly.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yea… but that was unexpected. Cool too, but unexpected. Go in some more.”
I did, and after a couple of minutes of stroking I had almost four inches inside her and still hadn’t bottomed out.
“Oh Manny this is feeling really nice. Way different and better then when I asked Hayden to do me. I mean you’re larger and all, but I don’t know, somehow it’s really different.”
I wasn’t going to go there just now, even though I probably understood her reason for doing that. Right now it was about Heather and me. I pulled out then held on to her hips and pushed myself slowly inside her at a reasonable pace, but this time I wasn’t going to stop unless she said something or I hit bottom. She didn’t stop me but her eyes got rather large as I pushed my way inside her. I hit bottom at around five inches and that was a huge surprise. When I got there I pulled out a little faster and pushed my way in faster as well.
She smiled at me and said, “That’s amazing, now just go faster.”
I did for about ten strokes still focused on her. She was getting vocal and breathing heavier now.
As I was just finished going into her all the way, she stopped me and said, “Pull me up on your lap, Manny. I want to hug you and I think my clit will like that position better. Damn this feels so amazing, I don’t ever want to stop.”
I scooped her up as she crossed her legs around my back. Involuntarily, my cock flexed three times as she bounced a bit on my lap. This time she giggled and said, “So how does it feel?”
After kissing her for a moment, I said, “Like you gift wrapped my cock with the prettiest wrapping paper ever seen… that’s what.
She beamed at me and then kissed me. When she stopped she said, “Okay… this is feeling really wonderful, but now it’s time for you to do your guy thing. Make me tingle Manny… make me tingle a lot.”
I kissed her on the nose and smiled and slowly flexed my cock a few times.
“That’s such a rush… that’s great, now hump on me… and squirt inside me too. I want to make you squirt and I want proof.”
Holding on to her tiny back I started. When I first pulled out a little a load of her girl juice plopped onto my pubes and started oozing down the sides of my balls. I started on the slow side then sped up to my normal pace. The faster I got, the more she liked it. After a few thrusts she was positioning her hips for the best contact between us. Soon she was holding on to my back as her head was nestled just below the top of my sternum, and her breathing was getting irregular again.
The sensations were incredible and she finally found her vaginal muscles and was playing with them as I flexed my cock. She wasn’t letting me do all the work either. Heather was an eager participant. She started bouncing on my cock in tempo with my thrusts which really excited me. It was getting too much to handle and while she was probably as relaxed as I’d seen her, she was breathing up a storm.
I looked down at her red hair and brushed it away from her eyes and said, “You okay honey?”
She just nodded her head yes and then I felt her clamp down on my cock and stop breathing at the same time. That was happening fairly regularly.
I was getting close and I told her so.
She managed to say, “Me too… I mean for the big one.”
I didn’t understand but she was still quiet and that concerned me. To help her along, I stuck one then two fingers up her bottom. and that’s when she started getting noisy. Now she was holding on to me tightly as she bounced even harder and more deliberately on my cock and fingers. I felt her pussy flexing on my cock in waves close together and she was not getting real loud, but she was breathing hard. In an instant she pushed away from my chest, her eyes still tightly shut and grabbed on to my biceps and started grinding her hips back and forth leaning them down and out away from me for maximum contact with her clit.
I went to pull my fingers out of her bottom when she said, “No put um back in… three this time.”
I did and as we moved faster, and she clamped down on me at quicker intervals. The sensations were intensifying rapidly. Finally, I just surrendered to the moment and lost myself in the pleasure she was giving me. It wasn’t long before her pussy flooded itself with moisture and she went rigid. It was then that I felt all of my cock inside of her with my pubes tickling her pussy lips. Somehow I could feel her orgasm, now don’t ask me to explain that because I couldn’t, but it certainly triggered my own. As my orgasm peaked just before ejaculation, she said, “Oh… wow… that’s amazing… I can feel….” And then her voice faded. As I crested that amazing peak of pleasure, I let go shooting hot bullets of ejaculate into her. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turgid and so amazingly exhausted by this orgasm that had been building for probably ten or more minutes. The orgasm was like twice what a good orgasm should feel like.
As I started to come down, I looked at her. She had huge crocodile tears streaming down her face and she was breathing in huge volumes of air. Her small chest was rising and falling at an extraordinary rate. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her to my chest gently. Soon, we both stopped moving, and I just fell backwards onto the bed with her on my chest.
After her breathing slowed somewhat, I said, “Tell me your okay Heather. I’ve never seen you cry like that before.”
A few seconds later she replied, “No… I’m so way better than okay it’s frightening.
For awhile we rested just holding each other as our breathing came back to normal. My cock finally gave up the ghost and popped out of her followed by a Niagara Falls of sex goo.
She kissed me on my breast bone and then rolled off of me onto her side with her head ending up in the same place as when we began.
“It’s weird Manny… I think I felt what you were feeling when you tingled. It was like having two ginormous tingles at the same time. Can that happen?”
“I don’t think so honey, but I think I felt yours too. So I guess we both experienced something that can’t happen… but it was amazing whatever it was. I was frightened because you were so quiet.”
“I was quiet because after I sat on you, I started to cum real soon…. But it just kept growing bigger and bigger and then the bomb went off. That was so amazing… never ever felt anything that intense before.”
“I know what you mean. How you feeling?”
She giggled and kissed me quickly on the lips her eyes sparkling along with her whole face, and said, “I’m not sure if I want to stand up and find out. And hey… I loved the feeling when you came inside me… that was some rush. Damn that stuff’s hot.”
Looking back at her enthusiasm after this experience I said, “You know I love you so much don’t you… and not just because of the sex – it’s you… who you are that has captured a really nice secure place in my heart.”
“I think I know what you mean, but maybe I really don’t. Maybe when I’m older I will, but I know I love you too in the best way I can. I do know this… we just made some kind of great magic. Wow that was super.”
“Hey,” I said, “maybe we keep that special - it really couldn’t happen that way - part between you and me. Sure, you can tell Maggie that we did it, but just not that part okay?”
“Sounds right, Manny. Besides how could you tell someone something that intensely personal. It wouldn’t make sense to them. What say we get cleaned up? I feel all yucky.”
Before our shower I ordered us a pizza. We were famished and ate a whole large pie. After about an hour we were back to a quasi normal state. From time to time we would just look at each other and smile or giggle because we didn’t know what else to do. She assured me that she was fine and by the time she left she seemed a lot more like the animated Heather I knew. Her experience with Hayden never came up, so I just left that alone. I was very grateful for this mysterious boy I’d never met. At least Heather had an idea of what was coming. For sure, I didn’t. But I did know that I was exhausted, and had no idea what I was going to do if Maggie did come over after work.
As we said our goodbye’s at the back door with her legs tightly clamped around my waist and her breathtaking blue eyes twinkling at me, she said, “When you get back, I want you to do it in my bottom. I think that might be even more amazing. Will ya?”
After I gave he one last long loving kiss I said, “How could I resist fucking the cutest butt in the world… sure I will.”
She squeezed me so hard around my neck she almost choked me her eyes even more glittery than before and a smile on her face that would light up the world.
“Oh hurry back soon, Manny. I can’t wait. Now I have to go. I have to tell Maggie all about today.”
Chapter 22 A Life Altering Surprise
Well, Maggie did come over… and the look in her eye was very knowing. Heather had filled her in on her way home. Maggie seemed pleased about the whole thing and decided to go easy on me. We chatted for awhile, and then it took about fifteen minutes to say our good-byes.
I was scheduled to be away for at least three weeks, but that could all change in a heart beat. I took the red eye and stayed awake during the flight to prepare myself for the ten hour night shifts. Spending the next day sleeping I was getting back in the groove but Monday night came quicker than I really wanted.
It was mid week when a replacement showed up to check in. She was replacing one key member of the team who had gotten a real nasty kidney infection that would have him in agony for at least two weeks. Even with all of the heavy equipment we use to service large aircraft, generally the guys are pretty beefy and all tend to work out. When Shelly showed up at five-foot two inches tall and probably weighed around a hundred pounds I was pretty taken a back. To top it off she was walking perfection. Her alabaster skin was the only light color on her body. Her dense thick short wavy hair, and eyes were blue-black. But her lips were almost a natural bright red. It took me awhile to realize that her lips never changed color from the beginning of her shift until she was ready to go home. You would never know how perfectly she was proportioned unless you saw her come or leave work in her street clothes. Her uniform just couldn’t account for her beauty. If I thought I was stricken by her beauty, I had a lot of company. Every other guy there and not a few women had the super hots for her. But work is no time to mess around – I never had, and always thought that to be a good policy. After she checked in with me we spoke for awhile just to get to know each other. By the end of the conversation that I kept very professional she knew that I was at least straight, and also that her beauty and cuteness had not gone unnoticed. A guy just can’t hide that, and especially being so caught off-guard in this environment. Hell, she looked like she could be a super model. Fact was she was an Avionics expert, and classed well beyond her apparent years. Strong willed, bright and knowledgeable she could hold her own with anyone. There was only one other woman on my crew named Donna. She was an airframe integrity expert. In her mid thirties with dishwater blond hair, she was kind of cute, but strictly business. She had two kids to raise and she was exceptional in her job. But both woman worked well together and always joked about the guys. But the guys cut them no slack whatsoever and gave as good as they got.
The days turned into weeks and time flew. A lot of annual inspections were due in this month and I had to approve overtime just to get the planes to the ramp based on the impossible schedule, so we were working sometimes fourteen hours a night, and that’s hard when you are trying to maintain quality and be precise about your work. Donna had a rough time with night-care spilling over into days and I had to cut her some slack, but she really hustled when she was working. Finally the workload slowed down; below normal in fact.
I walked into the break room to overhear a discussion about a picnic. It seemed that every Memorial Day, the crews at this maintenance facility reserved a nice section of a local park for their annual picnic. It was a tradition and a good idea. All of the families came and made a day of it. For a company party it was very well coordinated, and it was also to be catered. The company pitched in three-quarters of the money and the crew the rest. The company did not purchase any alcoholic libation for any event. It just wasn’t done.
My tour of duty was coming to an end and I was regretting that I would miss this picnic. My plane was to depart on Friday before the Monday holiday, but such is life. After work was over that night, I walked out into the warm dawn morning and headed for my rental car when I heard footsteps behind me.
“Manny… care to join me for breakfast? For some reason I’m really hungry this morning.”
It was Shelly, and I was really surprised by the offer. It was Thursday and I would be leaving the next evening to head on home. I turned around to look at her, and my reaction to her supreme cuteness was obvious. She was wearing black short shorts making her legs look oh so lovely with her tiny feet standing in two-inch healed straw wedgies. She wore a v-neck sleeveless white cotton shirt with a three-quarter collar that had a beautiful intricate embroidered pattern just below her right collar bone. It was sexy without being blatant, and very chic. The v-neck revealed just enough cleavage to be civil. Her purse strangely enough was one of those fine black leather designer styles and hung over her shoulder. That purse was damn expensive. My guess was probably over $1,500 dollars. She looked so terribly classic and so marvelously sexy it was hard not to just focus on her face.
In defense of what she saw when I was gawking at her, I said, “I doubt that I’ve ever said this to a woman before, but that is a beautiful purse.”
She smiled a huge smile at my comment and her naturally blood red lips opened to show her perfect teeth and said, “Well that’s a first for me too. Never knew a guy who thought a purse was beautiful… but thanks for changing the stereotype. So… would you like to join me for breakfast?”
Okay, I thought, she was really serious about breakfast. In the past few weeks we had spoken several times. One time we were in a very tight space by the avionics rack in the planes belly. She was concerned about the type of screws and clamps that had been used on the cable harnesses. Hydraulic tubing ran through the area as well. As we discussed the issue, she seemed to take the opportunity to get unnecessarily close to me. After I had her check on the parts she found that they were incorrect and the screws (loose when she found them) were one millimeter reduced in size from the proper ones. Had they come loose in flight a real safety hazard to the passengers could result in a chain of events that were anything but good. She had a good eye and was very thorough. She probably averted a large disaster by fixing this issue correctly and also found the A&E who had originally changed out the original parts. He needed to understand the consequences of his actions. That’s what I had to handle… and did. As we left the belly of the plane she pressed against me just before pulling herself up a deck. It was quick, but I know she felt my not flaccid cock rub against her bottom.
“Actually that sounds great. Where can I meet you?”
“I’ll take it slow – it’s not far, so just follow me. I’ll wait for you by the exit.”
In no time she pulled into a parking lot of a nice, what appeared to be, condominiums. We parked next to each other and as I got out, I said, “So they have a restaurant here?”
“In fact they do, and it’s quite lovely and has great food, but I tend not to go there when I’m cooking,” she answered. “You’ve not had a home made meal in a few weeks and I thought that might be a nice treat for you.”
As I thought about what other treats may be in store for me, I said, “Well that’s very kind of you but it’s not often that someone offers me such a lovely treat,” and I said it without any sarcasm at all. “In fact, this is the first time ever.”
She took out a full grocery bag from her car meaning that she had gone shopping before work, so this was planned all along. I liked her style, and her actions seemed to be simply – let’s share breakfast.
We chatted as we walked into the lobby as the door man opened the door for us. By now I was carrying the grocery bag. One of the four elevators was open and as we walked in she swiped her card in the mechanism and the light for the tenth floor – the top floor - turned on as the elevator doors closed. There were three condos on that floor and she walked towards a pair of nine foot high carved oak doors and again swiped her card in the reader. The door clicked open and we walked in.
The condo was simply beautiful, and very large with a view of the city skyline and the lake beyond. The furnishings were elegant but homey and it just felt very comfortable and relaxed.
“This is quite lovely, but isn’t it a bit large for just one person?” I said.
“My sister lives her too when she’s on a layover. We’ve always been very close and dad bought this for us after we got our degrees. That was quite a surprise for us let me tell you.”
“Nice dad for sure, you’re a lucky girl. You said your sister stays here during layovers. Does she work for the airline too?”
“Yep, she became a first officer about fourteen months ago and is right seating 737’s. She’s due home sometime today or tomorrow.”
As she walked into the kitchen that I could have really envied, I said, “Do you fly too?”
“Yep… I soloed on my sixteenth birthday, same day as my sister. Dad was a Captain for another airline and he’s always had a few planes sitting at the airport. One was always tore apart, or being rebuilt – that’s where I got the bug. He and I worked on a lot of planes together. We had a great time. As a kid, I spent most of my time at the airport instead of the shopping mall. My sister just wanted to fly them, but dad insisted that she learn why airplanes fly and what made them work. He’d let her fly a half-hour for every hour she spent working on them in the hangar.”
“Impressive… you had the bug early.”
“Yea, I did… what about you?”
“My story is not nearly as impressive as yours. My family didn’t have a lot of money, so I started building and flying models. When I was sixteen, I got a job at an FBO and that’s where I started working around the hangar and such. The boss took an interest in me and started having me help him servicing airplanes. They did it all then, from hundred hour inspections to complete restorations. There was a service crew of twelve A&E’s. Then I got a scholarship and got my degree in Aeronautical Engineering, and learned to fly along the way as well.”
“When did you get your license?”
“When I was twenty, I got my commercial and my instrument rating. That was a great day.”
As she cooked we continued to hangar fly – that’s generally a term reserved for the normal bullshit that happens when pilots are in a hangar somewhere telling all kinds of exciting tales or just out-and-out lying to the others. She was impressive with her knowledge about aviation. As we spoke, the smells of the food cooking hit my olfactory senses and they were delighted. She knew her way around the kitchen too.
“Manny, would you help get down a serving plate. It’s the cobalt blue one on the top shelf,” she said as she opened the cabinet door.
As I stretched to get to the top shelf, she slipped on something real or imagined and stumbling against me, her hand landing on my chest, just above the buttons. Without dropping the serving platter I looked down to see her fingers with her blood red nail polish curl into the hair on my chest. I looked down at her to see her smiling not so innocently. At the same time, I could looked straight down into her blouse and saw the cutest pair of little firm titties with hard nipples. Yea that was sweet, and I was tempted to grab one but thought that a bit too forward. To break the mood – spell – or whatever, I said, “You never told me if you have a plane – do you?”
She let go of my chest, excused herself without backing away from me as I continued to stare at her tits, as she said, “Excuse me, I seem to have slipped on something.”
I put the platter on the counter and asked her to lift her wedgies so I could see if there was any crap on them, and there wasn’t. “Must have just been the spotlessly clean and shiny floor,” I said. “Minimizing the issue I said, I slip on my kitchen floor all the time. Maybe OSHA should look into that problem.”
She giggled a bit and then took the serving platter to get the French toast and eggs off the stove. Using a smaller platter she added the thick sliced bacon and a she also had two small crystal clear bowls filled with a fresh fruit salad. I carried the large platter to the table and she joined me with the rest of the food.
“Where were we?” She asked.
“Just hangar flying if memory serves,” I said.
Sitting there with a fork in her hand and looking at me curiously she asked, “Do you own a plane?”
“Two actually” One is a Boeing Stearman model 75, and I’m currently restoring a Lycoming R680 E3A air-cooled radial engine to hang on the front as soon as I get the parts back from the platting company. The other bird is a fairly recent Piper Cherokee Arrow. I love that little plane, its lots of fun to fly.”
The breakfast was great and I was a lot hungrier than I thought. She kept looking at me with those black eyes of hers and I wished that by then we were talking more along the lines of a personal nature.
As I complemented her on her food, she went off to get us coffee. When she returned to the table she said, “You are an interesting guy, and it seems that all I really know about you is your precision in dealing with people and aircraft – you seem really concerned about your work and it shows. That’s intriguing, and laudable. Are you seeing anyone special? Sorry if that’s a leading question but I’m a bit curious.”
Okay so what do I say here… I’m balling two eleven year old girls and thinking about more of them sharing my bed, or feign ignorance?
I actually said, “No – not really. I broke up with someone I was dating for two years a few months ago. She had to move away and our schedules just didn’t mesh. We parted still friends and we email each other about once or twice a month. And you?”
“Oh I date on occasion, but after a month or so most guys seem to loose interest, and I’m not ready for anything too committed anyway. The problem is, and not to sound all high and mighty about it, but I really think I intimidate most guys. Sometime along the way I seem to bruise their fragile ego’s and the calls start slowing down, and then one day they just aren’t there. Either that or all they want is a good lay and no relationship at all. Looking at the choice, the later is easier to deal with.”
As she spoke she got a bit morose and I felt sorry for her in a funny way. She was probably right. She was a strong lady and very smart practically, socially, and book wise. That’s a hard combination for a lot of guys to contend with. As we sipped our coffee I started liking her even more.
To lighten things up and to be a little daring, I said, “Well any gal that tells me she’s a good lay has to have something going for her – and I for one don’t get easily intimidated by intelligent proactive women. Fact is, dumb or playing dumb is just not appealing to me – and never has been. So do you want to expound on why you think you are a good lay?”
“Not really,” she said, “but actually I was wrong – I’m a great lay, but most guys want some 38 double-D bimbo, and that I am certainly not.”
“For myself, pretty much anything over a 34 B is pretty much not appealing. Frankly, you are probably the most perfectly proportioned woman I’ve ever met… and smart to boot. Now to me that’s really sexy. Besides I don’t care for blue-eyed blonds, they’ve proved to be trouble over and over again.”
After I said that she looked deeply into my eyes trying to find out if what I said was true.
“Well, now that’s a statement I’ve never heard before. What size do you think I am?”
“That’s easy, you’re a 32 ‘A.’ Your dress size is a zero, but likely a 1, or 1P, or 3P – I still get confused between women’s sizes, misses, juniors and petite’s.”
“It’s amazing for a guy to guess right. Good guess, and your right. As far as the sizes go, you’re right too – it just depends on the garment what size I buy.”
Still unsure she said, “Okay… just one more question. So here’s what I want you to do. I’m going to ask you a question, and I want your response to come quickly – the faster you start answering the more I will believe what you said… now trust me, I’m not all that suspicious that you’re not telling me the truth, I just want added clarification. Is that okay with you?”
“Well I guess it really depends on how personal the question is. If it’s too personal I might not answer, but if it’s generic, sure – go ahead, fire away.”
She smiled when I said that.
“It’s not personal – it’s generic. So are you ready?”
“Yes – give it your best shot.”
“Here’s the question. I know from conversations around the hangar you really like movies and some TV series. So of the women in those pick out the ladies that you would have an interest in meeting and getting to know them a lot better.”
Immediately I started. “Not in any particular order… but the prototype would be Audry Hepburn from her 50’s and 60’s movies, then Sheri Appelby… wow I had the hots for her, Julia Styles… because she’s a doll and fiesty, Allison Hannigan… at band camp, Lucy Liu… a little afraid of her, Grace Park… soft. exquisite, and cuddly, Ellen Pompeo… just because, Milla Jovovich… yummm, Shannan Sossamon… love her eyes, Jada Picket Smith, Summer Glau, Liv Tyler, Natalie Portman, Zoe Saldana, Ellen Page, shes so cute, Sandra Oh, Goldie Hahn from the late 60’s… especially when she was on Laugh In, Michelle Pfeiffer in her red dress on the piano in The Fabulous Baker Boys movie, Calista Flockhart… for a casual fling, and Twiggy. Do you want more or is that sufficient? Oh… one more… Jessica Rabbit.”
The more names I rattled off, the broader her smile got. Further along she started having a twinkle in her eye, and by the time I finished she started laughing really hard after I mentioned Jessica Rabbit.
“That was amazing,” she said still laughing. But you made a couple of mistakes too.”
“Really… care to point them out?”
“Julia Styles is nearly blond, Goldie Hahn is a real blond with very blue eyes, and Michelle Pfeiffer is nearly blond with blue eyes, and then there’s Claista Flockhart and Twiggy. And what’s with Jessica Rabbit – she’s got a bust size that’s unthinkable?”
I said, “Aside from Jessica Rabbit, the others are really exceptions to the rule… and there are always exceptions to the rule. Julia Styles doesn’t count because she has brown eyes. As for Jessica that’s different. I remember a bunch my friends had watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit recently. When the guys remarked how hot she was, the girls looked as us like we were joking. We explained that she was really hot, and turned most of us on. Just because males in general are very graphically driven – it made sense to us, but not the ladies. Besides, while she’s hot – give me a break, I know better than to think I could get a toon in bed – so all of my prerequisites fall away at that notion. The look on Bob Hoskins face as she slithered up to him on the table in The Ink and Paint Club said it all… that was priceless. So did I pass?”
“Oh you did better than that; you exceeded the question easily by an order of magnitude. And just because of that, what say we have our dessert in the bedroom.”
That said she got up and came over to my chair and kissed me on the lips. To say it was electric would be an understatement. It was a kiss like I’d never had before, and I was stunned, and just a bit frightened by it.
Nonetheless I kissed her back, and as we finished she pulled away from me and I could feel that she too had felt something very unique. She just looked deeply into my eyes for a moment and then took my hand as she hopped off my lap. I remained seated as she said, “Well… you are coming aren’t you?”
Factiously, I said, “Well not just yet, but that was quite an amazing kiss and I think you felt it too. And one other thing… and damn this is really hard to say… but I don’t mess around at work Shelly. It’s just not the right thing to do.”
She smiled at me and as she tugged on my hand she said, “It was an amazing kiss, and I want to do that a lot more to see if I was imagining the connection that happened, and besides you lucked out today – we’re not at work. Now… you coming or not?
As I stood up resigned to the fact I said, “You’re smart enough to know what I meant.”
Giggling a bit she said, “Yea, but you’re a guy and you really want some of me – and have since the first day I walked into your office. Besides, I’ve never messed around with anyone at work ever. I’m making a big exception in your case. Just so you know, I thought you were a real hunk the first time we met too. I’m just better at hiding it than you are.”
“Not really,” I said, snickering a little and looking at her coyly, “You were sure trying to get my attention in that rack of electronics when not another soul could have even gotten close to seeing us in those cramped quarters. That was a great catch by the way – I really admired your perceptiveness in finding that. And, your closeness was a real bonus too.”
We walked into her bedroom and she was already starting to unbutton my shirt.
“Need any help?”
“It’s been awhile but I think I can handle this. I hope you like to play in the bedroom?”
“I just follow the emotions because it is always different. But I do like to take my time. Sometimes it can be frustrating for my partner – but I hope you find it pleasurable. I know that I will.”
My shirt was being pulled off over my shoulders as she tossed it behind me. She looked up into my eyes and those dark pools of hers were kind of difficult to read. She didn’t trust me enough to let me in just quiet yet. I let her see inside of me, just enough to hopefully get her to open up. As she ran her hands from my shoulders downward over my breasts and now hard nipples she flushed a little as I looked into her eyes.
“You’re a bad man, but you know that,” as her hands went for my belt buckle.
“Au contraire, my pretty… I’m a very good man, and seemingly a lot more trusting than a girl who has been hurt way too many times. Maybe we can agree, at least for today, to just have a much needed… for both of us… fun fuck. Then we can decide where it goes from there. How’s that… more comfortable for you?”
“Trouble is I already kissed you and I’m not sure that I want to do that again compelling as it was. I guess it was as much a surprise to you as it was me.”
“Let’s find out,” I said as I lifted her off the floor putting my arms around her back and pulling her lips close to mine. Before our lips met, my pants fell to the floor still restrained by my shoes. She didn’t even hear them hit the floor as our lips met.
As our lips were maybe a millimeter away from each others, some form of electricity, or charge of some sort was already being exchanged, perhaps even in a physical way. Nonetheless, her arms wrapped around my neck and her medium thick lips that were slightly open contacted mine. Soon there was a joy that spread through us both that I knew I had never experienced before. It was twice as intense as before, and frightening in the best way imaginable. It was a ‘wow’ moment. The kiss intensified even stronger. It wasn’t lust, or sex hunger, it was rapture. I felt her very soul start to merge with mine. That’s when, by mutual agreement we both broke the kiss.
We looked into each others eyes again. This time we were both completely and helplessly open, very confused and completely speechless. I lowered her to the floor as we averted each others gaze and when her feet touched the carpet, I moved my hands to unbutton her blouse. For once, I really wished she had worn a pullover. But I did make fast work of it, and as I suspected, she wasn’t wearing a bra, so to be a good guy, I just left the blouse on her, but I did put my hands on the waist of her shorts looking for how to get them off of her. After feeling around the waist band and with no obvious method of release, I pulled on the waist band to find stretchy material. In no time they dropped to the floor.
Since not a word had been spoken since the kiss, I just left that alone and stayed quiet. I kissed her on the forehead as I went to sit on the bed to remove my shoes. I had almost tripped several times by then. When I was finished I looked up and she had taken off her blouse and I was staring at the most perfect beautifully matched pair of breasts I had ever seen. They were perfect in shape rising from her chest upward in a graceful French curve. Her nipples were small and rock hard with medium pink aureoles, and they were pointing right at me. They sat on the front of her chest, close together. At that instant my mind connected with my cock and it hardened almost immediately. That did not escape her notice.
I stood up and walked towards her both of us now wearing only our underwear. Hers were lacy black thongs that were quite beautiful showing off her adorable innie-outtie, firm tummy and narrow hips. Mine on the other hand were almost industrial strength tidy-whities. There was a smile drifting across her face in amusement.
Time to break the silent treatment. “Yea, I know… but I had planned on returning to my hotel room, taking a shower and then I was going to put on my monogrammed silk PJ’s bottoms and my Haori.” Then sarcastically, I added, “But you had a plan to seduce me, so take that smirk off your face and let’s both rid ourselves of these uncomfortable garments – that way at least we’ll be even. Damn you are so beautiful.”
I have no idea what the look on my face was but she cracked up laughing. By now my cock was uncomfortable and trying to escape the confines of my brief’s. But still laughing she hooked her thumbs onto the elastic of her lace thongs and started to slide them over her hips. I matched her speed until the elastic hit the top ridge of my cock. She didn’t stop, and soon I was in shock as the elastic cleared her waist and the tiny garment fell to the floor.
Her face reddened as she saw the look on my face and said contritely, “Sorry, I didn’t shave – haven’t in a long time.” Then she almost started laughing again as she looked at my midsection and my cock growing ever more erect. I got it and just dropped my briefs and kicked them across the room. Then I heard her very faintly say, Yum.
I was looking at her crotch – I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was like some kind of fiendish pussy magnet had latched onto my eyeballs making them focus right at her pussy… at least what I could see of it. It was a dense thick black bush of hair that covered her mons, and extended at least three inches away from her. I was sure she had trimmed the edges and the top, but from my vantage point it looked all natural. It covered most of her labia but not much more than that, and followed the taper of her mons maybe an inch and a half above the beginning of her slit. It was beautifully compact and bushy. I love a pretty shaved pussy, but hers I couldn’t see – and maybe that was the point, but damn it was really lovely and I wanted to run my fingers through it very badly.
My response almost imitated a teenager looking at a bush for the first time. “It’s really so beautiful, I swear I haven’t seen anything like that before. But at least you kept it trimmed for your bikini,” I said like a blithering idiot.
She walked towards me and said, “Didn’t trim either – that’s the way it came. But I’m way to bushy right now – I should have thought about that this morning. But you are certainly nicely groomed down there. You have a very pretty cock, Manny.”
“Well it certainly seems to like what it’s seeing, as does the rest of me. You are without a doubt the most beautiful and splendidly proportioned woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to look upon.”
“You know, for a guy you are rather open – much more so than any man I’ve ever met. Most girls don’t hear things like that from guys, and I know it’s not a line either.” Flushing all over; her body covered in a touch of a bright pink she said, “And you are uncommonly handsome and no offence, very cute to my eyes too.”
Well that was something amazing to hear. But to believe that she didn’t at least trim was beyond rare. For my tastes this became the real exception to the rule. Her bush really turned me on for some unexplainable reason. I liked hairless a lot… young hairless, but hers was breathtaking.
Then without a conscious thought I walked to her, picked her up and deposited her on the bed. I laid down as well and despite the earlier kisses, I put my lips to hers again. This time – feeling her flesh upon mine and the pressure of her breasts pushing against my chest, I got lost in her. The magic returned and I was surely smitten. I’m not sure how long we kissed but it lasted for a long time. When the kisses broke I found her on top of me her bush grinding against my cock and my hands were on her magnificent tiny ass that I had yet to feast my eyes upon.
When I looked at her face, she had tears running down both cheeks but she was smiling too, in a misty glorious far removed sort of way. Yea she felt the connection too.
She reversed the tables and started kissing me. Besides the connection we both felt, the wonder of her lips and tongue felt like no other. I couldn’t drink enough of her. As we kissed I rolled her over on her back again and decided it was time to taste all of her. For the next hour I did starting at her long neck and worked my way down to her small feet – just pausing for some intimate time at her mons. After finishing her I got between her legs and felt like some monkey grooming his partner’s coat. Underneath her dense forest was another masterpiece, but I was surprised at the touch of her dark bush, that was as black as coal. But it was soft and lush. The masterpiece underneath it was a perfect – to my liking – a magnificent pudgy high arched pussy and it smelled as fresh as the spring air. I dove into it and felt captive to it magic. The only distraction was the hair that tickled my nose, and sometimes the stray hair or twenty that got in my way. I turned her sideways laying on her thigh and lifted her sculptured leg high in the air. Her mass of hair stopped way short of her bottom hole which was another surprise. The little pink pucker and all around it was as bare as my two lovelies back home. I lapped her from one end of her crack to the other several times, then I focused on her protruding and eager clit. It didn’t take long for her to explode in orgasm – not once but three times almost back to back. She literally had to pull me away from her crotch.
We kissed and fondled each other and time lost meaning. Then she went down on me – her mouth taking me to the hilt in one fell swoop and staying there playing her tongue across my shaft. I was so enthralled at making love to her, I let her bring me to a climax and that didn’t take long either as I was so overwhelmed with this exquisite lady. I didn’t even tell her when I was about to cum – she knew, and she wanted me to cum as much as I did. The orgasm built slowly and powerfully. It wasn’t the most earth shattering orgasm I’d ever had, but it was the sweetest and most memorable. She didn’t loose a drop and after cleaning her mouth she curled up into my arms. Again we kissed and held on to each other for a long time.
Somewhere along the line she found me hard again. She pushed me over on my back and slid her wet labia up and down my cock. Just before she guided my cock to her entrance she said, “Please let me do the work for now. What you don’t know is that I’m very small down there, and I have to take it real slow. Besides it’s been a long time. Okay?”
I put my hands on her face and said, “That’s a real heartbreaker… I mean being small and tight.” Then I got serious and said, “Shelly, if it hurts too much remember you can stop at anytime. If I’m right, we’re going to have many, many days like this, so no hurry on my part. Given another lifetime I couldn’t experience what I have today.”
“As she found her entrance, she guided me as I lay still. Even with her juices covering my cock she was tighter than either Maggie, or Heather. After a minute or so of coaxing, the head of my cock popped into her and her vaginal muscles clamped shut on it like it was the catch of the day. Not only that, but as she lowered herself on me, her vag was vice like and damn hot. It took ten more minutes for me to fully penetrate her. She was very deep as I had not bottomed out and the textures of her vag were very luscious. My cock felt like it was experiencing intercourse for the very first time.
“Sorry Manny… it’s been quite a long dry spell.”
“I’m not complaining,” I said, “You feel amazing and very different from any experience I’ve ever had. Just being joined together with you is absolute heaven – and we could just stay like this for as long as you want.”
That said, I pulled her toward me and started kissing and fondling her again. My cock twitched a few times and her internal muscles responded by squeezing back. As the kiss intensified she started moving her hips slowly and that’s when the ecstasy began. As she rocked her hips, I joined in and soon we were deep in a heat and mounting passion. It was almost hallucinogenic as we were drifting in and out of this reality. Our bodies and souls joined in a chorus of magic and wonder. We made love slowly all the way to a shared orgasm. The build up was long and slow and neither of us knew when the final moment would happen. It built to the point of loosing consciousness as our bodies exploded. While our orgasms were monumental and long lasting, it was the rapture of being fully joined to the other person – knowing them intimately in a subjective way. She had deep hidden secrets as did I – and now we both knew them. Not specifically, but intuitively. When I came inside her, we both were looking deep into each others eyes. Whatever her secrets were, they added to my pleasure as I fully accepted them, and I found out later she felt the same way. This was a very new experience for both of us, and we knew that past loves were only a mere shadow of what we had shared. Sex was one thing, this was love.
After our orgasm, sound returned to my ears. I had no idea how loud our breathing had become and my guess was that it had tapered off some. I frankly don’t remember hearing any sound as our love making progressed. All I could feel was her body against mine and the sensitivity of my hands caressing her.
We had finished as we started and after two short strokes of my cock inside her, she filled herself up with me again and lay her head on my chest breathing hard. So much had happened in the last two hours since we started we were both in overload. I just held her to me slowing my breathing.
After about ten minutes of coming back to earth she moved her head to look at me. The look was confused, a bit shy, but most of all frightened. After she nipped her teeth on my chin she said, “Knowing what we know now… If we could backtrack this to me asking you here for breakfast – would you still have come?”
I smiled at her and said, “Of course I would have… but remember you were the stalker in this insistence. I sincerely came over for breakfast and at that time had no idea you were bringing me back here… and you?
Nuzzling her head into my chest she said, “Probably not. We’re scary and you know way to much about me for me to feel comfortable. I bet there are couples married for thirty-years that don’t have the kind of intimate knowledge about their partners that we do.”
Then she lifted her head to look me in the eyes and said, “But the question is really moot. Nothing can change the past.”
She curled her legs to my sides and pushed herself off of my chest and sat up still joined to me. She held out her arms. “Let me pull you up,” she said. Soon her legs were stretched behind me and we were face to face. “Kiss me please Manny.”
I put my arms around her back, then kissed her nose and eyes and forehead before pressing my lips against hers. She held on tightly as the same, but more intensified, magic of us flooded through our bodies yet again. While I had gone somewhat soft, my cock started hardening again and the more we kissed the harder I got.
Thirty minutes and another more intense orgasm completed with her head laying on my chest again she said, “Okay… I’ll surrender to this. God knows this will likely not happen to either of us with someone else. But I’m deeply worried about our secrets. You have them and so do I and I don’t think they’re all that pretty. Can we fully commit to each other until we can be comfortable with those.”
Then she blushed very brightly and said, “Oh Manny… I’m so sorry. I mean… shit… I hope we both feel the same way… I mean…” Her head started tapping itself against my chest as if she had said something complexly one sided. Assuming that I felt the same way that she did.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I laid her on her back on the bed as as I stroked her slowly I said, “Shelly… I love you in a way I never thought love could manifest itself. I don’t want to be separated from you for a moment. I just hope we can honor what the gods have given us. And you know this all has to be true because I haven’t really seen your beautiful ass yet.”
There was a long pause, and then Shelly erupted in laughter expelling my semi-hard cock. She pushed me onto my back and stood up on the bed turning herself slowly. Oh my… that ass was created by Michelangelo, or some extremely gifted Roman sculpture with an eye for tween boys’ bottoms. Yes, it was a work of art, and all I could think about was doing her doggie style right there and then.
She peaked over her shoulder to look at my reaction and then giggled at my expression and the sight of my cock coming fully hard again.
Then she got silly and said, “Oh poor, poor, Manny. He either has a thing for twinks or wants to dip his wick in my poop chute. Is that the expression I see on your face?”
I laughed and just shook my head in agreement. With her back fully facing me she doubled herself over with her butt crack opening in the process. The pressure forced her vag to leak a ton of cum as it oozed down her leg. I sat up, liked my forefinger and tapped her right on her rose bud, then scooped the ooze from her thigh and wiped it on my chest.
“We need a shower,” I said.
Twenty minutes later Shelly had made us coffee and we just sat naked at a smaller table near the kitchen looking over the cityscape.
The conversation turned serious as she said, “Oh Manny… Since I met you I’d wanted to jump you, but I honestly thought it would be a long absent fun fuck and this has turned out to be so much more. I can’t deny it, I’ve never ever felt this way about a man before. And yes, I know I love you to your core, and I’m not sure what that core is. That’s the scary part. What are we to do about this?”
“Honey, we’ll just have to take this day at a time. If it works out like we imagine now – fine. If there is some showstopper that comes up; we’ll just have to deal with that when it happens. But what I fell inside is that somehow we are kindred spirits. I don’t… well didn’t believe in past lives before today, but I seem to have known you in many past lives, and we’ve always managed to find each other in our new life. Sounds silly, I know.”
“Sounds absolutely ridiculous, but I believe it too. Not that anybody else would. My real angst is that I trust you completely. That frightens me the most.”
Just as Shelly was about to say something, I hear a door open and before either of us could react – a half naked duplicate of Shelly walked out into the room yawning. Her robe did not completely cover her breasts and the loose tie showed me a clean shaven pussy that immediately started my cock to harden. I just sat there with my mouth open watching this surreal scene.
“Morning Kelly, said Shelly. And just when did you get home?”
Kelly looked up at the two of us – laughed and said, “Oh about two hours before you both woke me up. Thank god sis, you finally got some... and he’s really handsome too. Definitely our type. You guys sounded real interesting and noisy a couple of times. I tried to go back to sleep, but you guys didn’t help at all.”
“Kelly, your robe is open you know.”
“So what…,” she said yawning, “it isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before now is it?”
“Well, yes it is – you shave – I haven’t in months.”
She looked at me and my cock standing straight up, then said, “I think he likes bald if his cock is any indication.” Then she opened her robe just a little wider for me to look at her puss.
At the same time, Shelly stood up and looked over the table to see my erect cock. She giggled and said, “Yep… he does like bald. Maybe I’ll have to start shaving again. Okay sis you’ve had your fun. Close it up – this ones mine. Oh Manny… this is my older sister by five minutes – Kelly. Kelly, this is Manny, and most likely my soon to be husband.”
Kelly locked up and just looked at her sister in awe and amazement. Her expression was priceless as she closed her robe. For some reason, I wasn’t feeling any discomfort at all, although it was one of the most pleasant shocks of my life.
Feeling all happy and giddy at the moment I said, “Hey can you guys do the Doublemint Gum song? This is really incredible. I’ve always wanted to double my pleasure and my fun.”
Shelly laughed at that as she stood up and actually slapped my cock lightly and scolded it like the dog it was.
“Behave yourself – down doggie!”
Kelly laughed at her sisters’ behavior as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
After a sip of two she looked at Shelly and said, “And how long have you two been dating?”
We both laughed as Shelly said, “Never had a date – unless you want to call a homemade breakfast this morning a date.”
Then Kelly said, “Future husband? Really… or were you just messing with my head.”
Shelly looked to me to answer. “I don’t think she’s messing with you Kelly, after I leave you can discuss it. I know the futility of asking Shelly not to talk about it, and frankly I’m ready to shout this from the rooftops.”
“Oh Christ… you guy’s are serious. So what happened?”
“Simple sis… it was that first kiss. Everything else was just kind of a getting-to-know you kind of morning. Oh… the kissing got far more intense as well. Hey do me a favor…”
Then she looked at me and said, “I hope you’re okay with this Manny,” then turning to Kelly continued, “Sit on his lap and give him a big kiss. I want to see what happens.”
Kelly and I looked at each other and she said to her sister, “For real… are you serious?”
Then as Kelly looked at me for permission, Shelly said, “Don’t mind him, he’s a guy. I’m sure he won’t mind and besides I’ll bet he’s curious too. Right Manny?”
“Curious and maybe a little frightened, but best to find out now. Talk about a crazy morning.”
Kelly said, “What’s all this about The Kiss anyway.”
Shelly said, “I’ll tell you about it after you’ve kissed him – you don’t mind do you?”
She smiled a large grin and looking at her sister she said, “Well kiss him I will, but I don’t want him slipping his tool inside of me just yet anyway and I must say… based on his size it is certainly tempting. What a pretty cock you have Manny.”
Shelly laughed as I said, “I guess there is more of a closeness with twins than I ever expected. You two are so much alike it’s scary.”
Kelly got up and walked over to me, pushing my cock between my legs as she sat on my lap. It was real quiet in the room as Kelly came towards me, then retreated and turned her head towards Shelly.
Looking at her sister she said, “I assume you want a real – I want you to fuck me kind of kiss, right?”
“Yes,” said Shelly. Just don’t go there, okay?”
“Well if does to me what it did to you I might toss him on the floor right here,” she said with a wink.
This was getting awkward because Kelly physically felt and was identical looking to her sister. So I just took her head leaned over a little and started kissing her. It lasted longer than all of us thought it would.
As we finished, I breathed a sigh of relief as Kelly said, “Damn… you are an amazing kisser. I wouldn’t mind doing that some more, and more, and more.”
“Off his lap now… enough is enough, but I must say it was very sexy to watch.”
She turned to me and said, “Well?”
“You both kiss so much alike it’s amazing. And it felt wonderful and very sexy. Everything was the same as when I kissed you, except for the deep connection that we experienced… experience every time. That wasn’t there. My body reacted the same way, but my mind was in a completely different place.”
Shelly breathed in a deep breath and said, “But would your body want to make love to her?”
“Shit yea,” I said. But in a fun fuck kind of way, not an eternal merging of souls kind of way. Besides Shelly, she’s identical to you – why wouldn’t I want to give her a tumble?”
Kelly interrupted and said, “As for me, if you wouldn’t object, I’d love to take him to bed – damn, I can tell he’s a passionate man. But he’s right, it was a passionate kiss and lusty, but no real deep connection. Then again, I doubt that I’ve ever experienced that except with you know who. Besides come on Shelly – I just met the man.”
I just left that alone as there was fire shooting from Shelly’s eyes when Kelly said that.
Kelly was still on my lap, but my erection had softened quite a bit.
“Well technically Kelly – I just really met Manny this morning, so there’s not a lot of difference there.
The conversation went on for maybe another fifteen minutes. Kelly finally got off my lap after about five minutes as Shelly looked over and smiled when she saw I was flaccid again. Kelly saw her smile and she looked too. She laughed as her robe opened up completely in the front and said, “Even his monster wants you more than me. What a morning this has been. Let’s see, I guess I’ll start with Dear Diary… this morning I… Oh fuck it… I couldn’t forget this morning even if I ever got Alzheimer’s. I wish you two the best, and I hope you clear out all of the skeleton’s in your closets first. Now that should be very interesting. Oh to be a fly on the wall when that happens.”
Kelly giggled all the way to her bedroom, stopped short and said, “If he’s still here tonight, I want a part of him if you haven’t scared him away by then,” then walked through the door. One more giggle was heard from Kelly that morning just after the door closed.
I turned my head to look at Shelly.
Seriously she said, “Something bothering you?”
How could I not laugh for a moment or two. “Something? Oh yea… like since I got off work and was heading back to my nice mundane existence and then you come along. Then we make the connection of a lifetime through a wonderful kiss and two hours later I have two of you to deal with. Bothering, well not really, but I certainly have a lot to think about. You two are certainly close.”
“Closer than you can imagine. We are bonded very tightly and we don’t like being away from each other for too long either. She’s my best friend, Manny.”
“That’s wonderful, Shelly – I wish I had a tighter relationship with my family.”
Shelly yawned and said, “You know its early afternoon and I’m sleepy. You probably are too. Care to take a nap and then go out and get some dinner. I have a feeling that we’re going have to stop by your hotel and pick up your stuff so you can spend the night here… and hopefully longer. Being selfish, I really don’t want you leaving tomorrow.”
How could I not smile at this lovely woman? How many times in a lifetime do you get an offer like this from a sane, beautiful, intelligent – any man in their right mind would want to be with – kind of girl.
My reply was simple, “You just made me an offer I can’t refuse.”
Chapter 24 Some Skeletons Revealed
Instead of taking my flight home after work on Friday, I decided with added pressure from Shelly to spend the weekend heading back on Sunday afternoon. I checked out of my hotel and checked into her condo before dinner on Thursday. It was kind of hurried as we slept for nearly five hours. Before returning back to her place, we stopped for dinner at a place she knew.
After some small talk I said, “So my guess is that you’re from Italian descent – right?
“Let’s be clear – Northern Italian. Ricci, ending with an ‘i’ is Northern, generally. If it was Ricco, it would be southern Italian. Not that I’ve ever heard of an Italian named Ricco. How’d you guess… because I brought you to the best Italian restaurant around here?”
“Well that, and your employee jacket had your surname on it as well.”
“I forgot about that. And your ancestors are Spanish, right?”
“Half Spanish, and half Italian. But I prefer Italian food if that’s where you are leading me… of course I could be confusing real Spanish food as I’ve never been to Spain with what is Mexican food around here.”
“Is this our first dance,” she said?
“What did I miss Shelly; sorry I’m not sure I understand.”
“Small talk, is what I mean. Manny, this has been a really emotional roller coaster of a day. Last evening I woke up and my life was sane. Not terribly dull, but certainly not exciting, and now – I hopelessly in love with you. But we don’t know a thing about each other. And I’m really cautious about involvement. Hell, as of yesterday I couldn’t even conceive of getting involved in a real permanent kind of relationship. And then today happens and everything is upside down. I mean really good upside down, but still. And my biggest fear is that this will all end in heartache like it has for me before – twice now. I’m a bit fragile and much more careful than when I was younger. So… shit… damn it all… here goes. Let’s start with this. I’m bi, and Kelly and I have been and will probably always be intimate with each other.”
Her face was looking towards the table as she said her last sentence to me before I walked out on her and she looked like a wreck wondering what I would say or do.
“Well to tell you the truth, I sort of suspected that after this mornings little get together with her. And about being bi, so what. So if that’s all, I’m still all in.”
Her head lifted off the table and looked at me in amazement. “Really… you aren’t upset or going to get all icky about incest and such?”
“Well… do you have a brother too and are you doing him as well?”
“No… it’s just me and Kelly and my little accidental eleven year old sister, Haley.” As she talked she flushed a little, but then again this time she was looking directly at me.
“As to incest, I don’t know why but somehow it’s never bothered me, with two exceptions. If anyone was ever forced into having sex with a family member, or someone got pregnant – then I’d have issues. Other than that, why should anyone care. Consent is an absolute. There is the issue of when someone younger understands the consequences of consent, but that’s another conversation. One time I thought about siblings that really fell in love with each other. It’s happened before. If they wanted to spend their lives together married – I could even live with that. But I would feel a lot better if they adopted instead of having kids together. Somehow I can’t seem to shake that one. Call me a conservative on that point.”
Her smile was as wide as any smile she had given me. “You’re being serious aren’t you? I mean you really don’t care?”
“What I care about is people being happy, and if screwing your sister or brother makes you happy, and they feel the same way then I’m all for it.”
“You’re amazing. Okay now you tell me something that nobody knows about.”
It was my turn to blush and I did. “There isn’t much to tell really. I’ve always been faithful, or at least set expectations that I’m seeing other people when I meet someone new. I do have this one issue that most women can’t get past. It’s like if I got serious with someone… well like you, I’d have to tell you this. I’ve had several relationships in the past, and most of them ended amicably, and I still consider them very close friends. There are times I run into these people and sometimes we just do it for old time sake. It’s not like anything is going to come from it. Mostly it’s just a stress reliever fun-fuck. So I don’t count these people as part of being faithful. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, its fun and I enjoy it. Oh, one more thing. I’m a guy, and I can’t promise that I’ll never, ever have sex with someone else. Guy’s are wired that way. Given the right set of circumstances, and the right person, at the right time it might just happen. It is also very true that I’d never go looking for someone else to have sex with. It’s just that sometimes circumstances conspire to make a situation so compelling that my guy brain’s blood drains to my cock and we all know what happens then.”
“Interesting. What if I felt the same way?”
“See here’s the thing. My rule is that if I do this it can’t in any way interfere with my current mate. If there is even a remote chance that it would – I’ll pass. If you could agree to that too – then I’d be okay with it. What we both have to decide is do we tell the other one if it happens?”
“I’d probably say no to telling the other person. If it was just a fun fuck and every male wore a condom – why bother. But you said people, not specifically women. Are you bi too?”
“Not really. Last time I did something with a guy was when I was twelve or so and that was years ago. But again, given the right circumstances, I might give it a try again. But I swear to you, I don’t scope out guys – never have. I love female parts, even if their brains are all weird and confuse the hell out of me sometimes. So no, I don’t think I’m bi.”
The conversation went on through dinner, and I didn’t tell her anything about Maggie, or Heather or the other kids I was scoping out. There are some things that just have to happen at the right time, and this wasn’t it. I wanted to be more confident that what had happened today was for real. Besides that, it scared the crap out of me to even think of telling her. But I promised myself that she would have to know before I ever proposed to her. That was a huge risk, but it had to be done.
The dinner was fantastic and when we got back to her condo, Kelly had left a note on the table saying she’d be in early in the morning. We had time to shower and change before our shift at work, but after that we were free.
Work went fine, and aside from an occasional knowing look to each other we behaved ourselves. We headed back to her condo after eating breakfast at a great little greasy spoon nearby and decided what we wanted to do on Saturday. We talked endlessly and concluded a long discussion on religion that ended very surprisingly. We both had a similar life philosophy and she had left the Catholic church years ago, as I had. We both had a strong faith commitment, but didn’t need a church to tell us how to live our lives.
By the time I left to fly home, the bond between us had grown immeasurably. The kisses meant more and went deeper. The sex was the best I’d ever had, and she told me I had to go on Saturday – earlier if possible because she was so sore she thought her pussy was going to fall off. I had a near constant erection when I was with her, and when Kelly showed up, it was actually worse. I so wanted them in the same bed at the same time. One of those improbable guy fantasies that had me hooked I suppose. I’d always wanted to be eating one twin out as I was fucking the other twin. I knew that someday it would happen, and that someday was sooner than later. Besides seeing them go at each other was one sight I really wanted to watch.
Chapter 25 Maggie and Heather meet Shelly
I got home on Sunday afternoon – and I ate before I headed home. I needed some sleep. The last few days had really knocked the wind out of me, and I also had figure out what I was going to tell the girls. Sure, I was truly in love with Shelly, but in a different almost reverential way, I loved these girls very much.
Remembering that Harold probably had a couple of more ice crème machines over at the bakery, I figured I’d head over there tomorrow after the baking was nearly completed. I wanted to do it during school hours so the girls’ hopefully would not realize I was home until Tuesday. My thoughts just hadn’t coalesced into anything coherent as yet.
I slept like a brick waking up nearly fourteen hours later, and my head fully realized that I had slept too damn long. Generally half of that for me is sufficient. So I cleaned up and headed to the bakery. Harold smiled when he saw me and quickly motioned me to come in the back.
The first words out of his mouth were, “Does Maggie and Heather know your back… my god they have missed you? What do you feed them over at your place? They’ve been pining around like lost souls for the last two weeks, and they weren’t happy for the first two weeks either. Maggie has even been nice to me, so I know something’s wrong.”
I assured Harold that most of what I fed them came from this very place, and no I hadn’t told them I was back because I was really exhausted from my long trip and needed to catch up on much needed sleep. I also asked him not to tell her until late tomorrow, after Maggie had finished her homework.
As we walked to the rear of the bakery he showed me two more machines nearly identical to the first. One of them had a larger capacity, but not sufficiently different to change the mechanics or refrigeration much. I told Harold that I could have these both up and running in a week or so and he was delighted. It was a short trip and I told Harold that I’d order the parts and then come over and take the machines a part, so by Friday I should have them all disassembled and just waiting for the parts.
Harold smiled and said, “I took the liberty of removing the gear box from the larger unit – so you can take it with you now. I just had to get my hands on it so I could say I worked on it too. Hope you don’t mind.”
After telling him I appreciated his help, he prepared me a big sack of pastries and deli items and I headed home with the busted and larger gear box. I cleaned up the place, made my bed and put my laundry in the washer.
As that work was in process, just around four in the afternoon as I was tearing apart the gear box on the back porch, the front door-bell rang which I thought was very strange. Opening the door without looking to see who it was I almost fainted to see Shelly standing there with a suit case smiling from ear to ear. What my mind did at that moment would take hours to describe, but suffice it to say I was thrilled to see her and terrified that she was there.
She jumped into my arms and said, “I couldn’t stand not being with you, so I had to come. I have three days off to spend with you. I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t call and ask. I was afraid that if I did, you’d say no because you have probably been over thinking what happened and needed some cave time.” That was an obvious reference to Dr. John Gray’s book, “Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus,” and I got it. She was also quite correct.
Then her mouth met mine and supreme magic happened once again as I carried her inside the house and shut the front door loosing myself in this beautiful, amazingly sexy, and intelligent woman.
Still standing in the foyer five minutes later still enjoying the softness of her lips and the firmness of her breasts against my chest, we paused to look at each other.
“God I’m glad you’re here,” I said. And you were right, I was in cave mode. So feel free to come on in and do an inspection to suite your curiosity about how I live. That did have something to do with your little excursion now… didn’t it?”
She flushed a little confirming my suspicions.
“Sweetie, do you mind if I get my luggage off the front porch first, If I don’t I may just have to run around naked all the time I’m here – and then you’ll have to do all the cooking…”
I interrupted her and said, “… See what kind of an affect you have on me. You know you could have called me before your departure and I would have picked you up at the airport. I mean why take a cab?”
“Aha… then you would have had time to clean up and set the stage – I didn’t want that. So after you kiss me again, I have to look this place over. Okay?”
“Sure, I don’t mind, I cleaned up this morning, my clothes are in the washer and dryer, and I’ve got some damn fine pastries in the kitchen and a steaming pot of freshly dripped coffee to temp you with. Oh… the bed is made and ready for you to get in it as well. Clean sheets as of this morning too.”
“Shit, you are exactly as I hoped. But I expected to come in to a messy – but not dirty – place that looked like a frat house.”
“Well, my dear – except for the abundant empty beer cans in a frat house, they are generally much cleaner and tidier than a Sorority house. Women can be such slobs you know.”
She giggled and by her expressions agreed with me. “Yea but that’s because there are thirty or so bleeders in a Sorority house, and that is something that you guys don’t have to worry about. And you’re right too, women can be absolute pigs, but we do KEEP THE TOILET SEAT DOWN.”
“And so do I. surprise, surprise… including the LID! I figure since I, a stupid male, have learned the principals of lifting the toilet seat … I mean even a simple minded woman should learn to lift a simple device like the toilet lid every time she has to use the facilities. Fair is fair.”
She smiled from ear to ear when I said that and replied to my statement with, “Oh you are a cruel bastard. But how can I object. That’s really sneaky you know.”
I just smiled at her as I carried her luggage into the bedroom.
“The house is really nice Manny. Simple, efficient and it looks very comfortable - let me see the rest of the house, okay?”
“Even the dungeon,” I said.
She laughed until she saw that serious look on my face and said, “You really have a dungeon set up?”
I smiled my very wicked smile at her indicating yes.
“Okay… I’ll look at it, but now I am a little concerned.”
“Good,” was all I said.
We had just finished a tour of the floor and she loved it – especially the old-new kitchen when I said, “Okay, it’s time to see the dungeon. Are you ready?”
Looking even more concerned she said, “I’ve had to go pee since I got here… maybe even before, so let me learn how to lift the lid of the toilet seat.” Smiling now she said, “I may be a few minutes,” as she headed down the hallway from the kitchen.
I walked out to the back porch to put away some of my tools and used some lubricant to free up a nasty rusted machine nut on the mounting plate, and had just stepped back into the kitchen. At that very moment the back door flew open and Heather and Maggie rushed inside screaming at me for not telling them I was home. They pushed me into the kitchen and Heather jumped up into my arms, threw her arms around my neck and laid a kiss on me that caught me completely off guard. Forgetting for the moment I had company, the kiss was one of those sublime moments in life that calls for attention, and I fell into it. Maggie was pulling at Heather to get down so she could get her share as well.
Maggie stopped pulling on Heather and started hitting me on my butt. I broke the kiss as Maggie said, “Oh shit Manny – we’re dead… damn!”
I looked down at her face staring off in the distance and turned to look into the eyes of Shelly as she was standing in the hallway outside of the bathroom staring straight at us. Heather saw her and grasped a situation well beyond her years and quickly improvised by saying, “Hey Uncle Manny – just who the hell is she?”
Still holding on to her butt… shit maybe squeezing it too, I said, “Ladies, this is Shelly, my new found love.”
Shelly’s look was one of astonishment and her eyes were cutting right through me. I suspected that she had seen the whole Heather kiss and the spit swapping tonguing we were giving each other. Maggie’s smacking me on the butt probably didn’t go unnoticed either.
“Shelly… This lovely lady in my arms is Heather, and that’s Maggie.”
“Shelly’s look softened up a little and she said, “You didn’t tell me about your niece Manny, why not? She’s simply beautiful, and I can tell she really loves you too. I don’t suppose that Maggie is another niece – is she?”
Maggie came to my defense in a perfect Maggie way by saying, “If I had a fucking uncle that I liked it would be Manny. I ain’t his niece but I love him just the same so don’t be getting all huffy about it. You don’t like it – tough!” As Maggie spoke she curled her arm around my waist hugging tightly against me very possessively. Her look would have frightened a hardened criminal.
“Wow, now that’s devotion. It’s nice to meet you Maggie but you sure have a mouth on you when meeting new people.”
Maggie was about to go on another roll when Heather said, “Gee Manny… Shelly’s really beautiful… smart too I guess. How long have you guys known each other?”
Shelly said, “Really… just since Thursday night.”
While Heather tried to look really cool, in my arms she was shaking and very nervous. I had no idea what state Maggie was in, and I could only guess at how I looked.
Heather pushed away from me to set her down, and that too was a mistake. As she slid down it was obvious that she had removed her panties before coming here. Her dress caught on my hand as her bare smooth silky ass ran across it as I lowered her to the floor. I’m sure that Shelly saw all of her charms. Maggie just sighed and shook her head as Heather said, “What?”
Maggie looked at me almost frightfully and said, “Sorry Manny… didn’t know you had company. Heather and I should probably leave you two love birds alone. Give us a call when she leaves.”
By that time, Heather figured out why Maggie had sighed and was blushing to beat the band.
“I wouldn’t dream of it girls,” said Shelly. “Come on in. Manny was just about to serve some pastries. They smell really good too. Besides I really want to get to know you both.”
Heather and Maggie just looked at each other then Maggie looked up to me and said, “Manny?”
Trying to put on a good front I said, “Great idea Shelly, besides you are going to have to get to know each other sometime – why not now. Both girls are a real part of my extended family, and despite the warm greeting from Maggie, she’s really sweet and Heather is not my niece… she just calls me Uncle sometimes.”
Chapter 26 Busted… really Busted!
“Well I can guess she’s really sweet on you, and I can’t say that I blame her. I knew I was.”
The past tense of her last sentence ran a chill through me. Maggie picked up on that to, but was smart enough to not say anything.
Shelly said, “I think we should all start over again with introductions because the first ones were quite a shock to the girls and me.”
She walked to the girls and took their hands and led them to the table. She sat down not letting go of them.
“You are both so pretty, and Maggie it would really nice to see a pretty smile on your face instead of that frown.”
Good ol’ Maggie said, “Give me something to smile about and maybe you’ll get one. Until then this is the best I got.”
In a very even tone and without any hint of condescension or sarcasm, Shelly said, “Look girls, it seems that I came as a shock to you both, and for that I’m truly sorry. I didn’t intend for that to happen at all. Perhaps I really should have called Manny to tell him I was coming. He didn’t know until almost an hour ago when I just arrived on his doorstep. Something very special happened when we met. I was curious about him and he seemed like a very special man, and besides he is so very attractive – how could a girl pass up a guy like that anyway. Now I can tell that you are both very enamored and protective of him, and my being around is not going to change that relationship. I wouldn’t think of it. So hopefully we can become friends too. I’d really like that, and I know my sister Kelly would like you too. So can we start all over here and just get to know each other as if you knew I was going to be here when you arrived? Please?”
Maggie said, “I suppose you’re going to tell me that you’re a twin too – right… and have an identical twin sister? I mean Kelly… Shelly… did I get that right? Damn that’s so fifties.”
“Smart girl, and yes you’re right.”
Heather said, “Wow that’s hot – you’re so… gee gorgeous, and there’s two of you? I’ll tell you this, you’re the kind of girl that Manny has been dreaming to meet for a long time. And I only hope for your sake that Manny can tell you both apart.”
A little smile crossed Maggie’s face when Heather said that, and commented. “Or there will be hell to play if he makes a mistake.” Then she laughed a little.
Shelly looked at Heather and said, “And just how do you know the kind of girl that Manny likes anyway?”
She was smooth as silk that Shelly. By this time I had just put my butt in a chair to see what was going to happen and how long it would be before the jail cell doors closed on me.
Of course the trusting and open Heather said, “Well I know he hates blonds with blue eyes cause he doesn’t trust them, so no problem there. I don’t think he likes big ladies either. One time when we were talking he said something about this older woman named Audrey Hepburn – said she was perfect. I looked her up on the web that night. Even though your hair is shorter, and you’re not as tall I think – you’re a real close match. I can get why he’s attracted to you. Oh… and I get your no bimbo either – he hates bimbos.”
Maggie punched her lightly to stop her from saying any more and by that time Shelly was laughing.
“Well it seems that Manny and you both talk a lot.”
“Well when he fixes our bikes or works on dad’s bakery machines we talk a lot. We tell him stuff too, so it ain’t like he’s the only one who says stuff,” said Maggie. “He’s helped us out a lot – being a kid is hard enough, and Manny can fix anything – even kid problems. For a grown-up, he’s as good as it gets.”
Shelly looked at Heather and said, “Would you mind if I gave you a hug, Heather. I’d like that. Is that okay?
Heather smiled and walked towards her as Shelly wrapped her arms around her and gave her a very close hug ending with her kissing Heather on her forehead. She also quickly patted her bottom a little and that surprised us all.
Heather, just to be a brat looked at Maggie and said, “Okay Mag… your turn!”
Maggy’s eyes cut through Heather like a knife but only for an instant. Looking at Shelly she said, “Oh I guess you ain’t so bad. Just don’t hurt our man and it will be okay. You know what I’m sayin don’t you girl?
Yea I think I do, Maggy. Tentatively Maggie came closer to her and Shelly repeated her actions almost identically. But she held her waist as she gently pushed Maggie back after kissing her and said, “Maybe as we get to know each other better, you can trust me more Maggie. I have no intention of ever hurting Manny or either of you two. I see how much you trust Manny, and that says a lot because kids are a lot smarter than many adults. Kid’s generally know who to trust and who not to trust. Oh…did your dad make the pastry’s going to waste over there?”
“He sure did,” said Maggie proudly.
“Are you two hungry, because I am? Why don’t we all get something to munch on.”
Maggie said, “I need a minute to talk to Manny about something personal so why don’t you two put something on the table. Heather knows her way around the kitchen and she’ll show you where stuff is – that okay?”
“Sure, that’s fine,” said Shelly.
Maggie took my hand and took me down the hall into the bedroom which I thought was a little odd, closed the door and said, “I didn’t get my kiss yet and I want one.”
I just smiled at her and picked her up in my arms and let her do her thing. How I loved these girls, and how I missed them while I was away. After a longer kiss than Heather had given me, she smiled as I held her and kissed me on the nose.
She said, “Well Manny, she ain’t called the cops yet, and I sorta get the feeling that she ain’t gonna. No idea why, but there’s something about her I think I like. You really fell in love with her that fast?”
“That’s a long story Maggie and I’ll tell you and Heather all about it as soon as we all find out what’s going to happen. Her behavior is a little curious.”
“No shit,” said Maggie. “She saw Heather’s bare butt when you set her down and she also saw you swapping spit with her too. It blew her away by the look on her face that you couldn’t see just then. I just wonder why she’s tryin to make friends with us?”
“I’ll know later this evening that’s for sure. But I have to tell you that she is really important to me. The day before I left she invited me over for breakfast and have a fun fuck, and then we kissed and that was a world changer. We connected at a real deep level and that’s when it got very heady. But like I said, I’ll tell you everything as soon as I figure it out.”
She kissed me once more and that seemed to be what she needed at the time. As we left the bedroom I said, “Please try to like her, and behave yourself okay?”
She smiled at me and agreed as we headed back into the kitchen. We weren’t really gone that long.
As we walked into the kitchen Heather was had dropped a fork on the floor and had bent over to pick it up. Shelly was behind her and was smiling and looking directly at Heathers bare bottom and labia sticking out. As we walked in Shelly was licking her lips. When she saw us looking at Heather, it was her turn to blush and she did.
Maggie went on the offensive and said, “Damn it Heather… you didn’t wear panties again. Where’d you leave them this time?”
Heather stood up and straightened her skirt getting Maggie’s message said, “Sorry Mag… I had an accident and they got wet, so I put them in my back pack that I left on my bicycle.”
“Start carrying spares – you were too old to be forgetting them a couple of years ago, and now you just got to be careful. There are nasty perves out there just waiting for a cutie like you to mess up. Be careful…I don’t want nothin happening to you – you understand me?”
“Yea Mag, I get it.”
Shelly said, “Come on let’s eat. These look delicious.
Twenty minutes, and a lot of general conversation later I told the girls that they had to get home and do their homework. School was almost over for the term and summer vacation was right around the corner. Until lately, I had made some plans to have a great summer with the girls if I could get away with it. Now I wasn’t so certain. Besides, I had to get rid of them so that Shelly could say what was on her mind. Maybe liking a smart, perceptive and intelligent women wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Shelly hugged them both just before they left then she excused herself as I said my goodbye’s to the girls. We played it cool and I just got a peck from each of them promising to let them know what happened after they left, but it would probably not be tonight. They understood but were none to happy about it. They yelled a bye to Shelly as they tramped down the stairs and headed off.
As I poured another cup of coffee, Shelly came in smiling at me, put her arms around me and gave me another kiss that was based on some astounding fissionable material it was so amazing.
When I pulled away I said, “Wow, that was different, and very unexpected.”
Smiling a coy smile at me she said, “Maybe you’ll get a lot luckier later on. Sit down, we need to talk.”
“Those two really love you Manny, I mean REALLY love you. Their eyes show it, their actions show it, and what’s more they trust you like no other person they’ve ever met. That’s more than special. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I truly was. That was some greeting you got from Heather; wasn’t it?”
“Indeed it was, Shelly. She is very affectionate.”
“And Maggie is more than affectionate – she’s passionate too – that I can see that clearly. She was very jealous when she saw me, and very protective of you. Most kids aren’t like that, and most little girls do not defend an adult like Maggie did you. Had I said the wrong thing, she would have been happy to claw my eyes out.”
“Oh I think you’re exaggerating Shelly. She was just very surprised to see you that’s all.”
“Well I wouldn’t be exaggerating to tell you that you looked like a deer in the headlights when you were told by Maggie that I was watching you kiss Heather, nor when she slid down your side and you squeezed her bare, absolutely beautiful bottom now would I.”
“Perceptions are nine-tenths reality, and if that was your perception, I guess I have to live with that.” Fuck this… I wasn’t going to admit anything, and especially not mess up the girls’ lives if I hadn’t already done that myself.
“Damn I love how good you are with words.
We just talked about how I met the girls and general things for just a few minutes. It seemed that Shelly was trying to collect her thoughts. Then as the story unfolded, I was the one to be very surprised.
She started with, “Let me tell you a story… the short version. You already know that Kelly are sexual together… well that’s only a part of the story. Once that didn’t gross you out I felt better, but then it was just too risky to tell you the rest.”
“One night when Kelly and I were about five years old we were getting curious about our pussies. We don’t remember why, just that we were curious. Our beds were next to each other with a night stand between us and Kelly had her covers off and her panties down and was running her finger around her slit. I asked her what she was doing. She told me that earlier in the day, her bathing suit was rubbing her inside her crack and it tickled really nicely, so she thought she’d try seeing if she could feel that again using her finger. So I kicked off my covers and did the same thing asking where to put my finger. We ended up in her bed and pretty soon she found the spot. She spread her labia open to show me her stiff little clit. I started mimicking her, and after awhile she shook a little and let out a sweet sigh. Shortly after that, so did I. Then we both giggled at each other. Both of us had a new toy and a big secret. Every night we’d lay there before we went to sleep and get ourselves off.”
“One night she asked me to do it for her. I did, and she shook even more. Then she did it to me, and the feeling was double what I had experienced before. Almost a year later, just after she had gotten me off for the umpteenth time, my mom and dad walked into the room smiling at us both. My mom told us that there were even better ways to get that feeling, as she called it. We asked how, and she suggested that we lick each other down there. We both did the that’s yucky thing. She told us that her and dad did that to each other. We were both surprised at that. She asked us if they wanted dad and I to show them how it felt. We said fine. So mom went down on Kelly and dad did me. That was the beginning of sleeping with mom and dad very often – especially on the weekends.”
By the time we were eight we had pretty much done it all with them except for intercourse and sodomy. That came later. It didn’t take Kelly and I long to go down on each other either, and we loved it. Of course there were the general warnings of not mentioning what we were doing to anyone, and we didn’t. On our eleventh birthday, mom asked dad to make women out of us both. Thank god dad was smallish. He was long, almost seven inches long, but he was even narrower than you are. I can’t tell you how much we loved dad and mom. It just felt so natural to us.”
“Mom died two years ago from breast cancer, but dad is still as frisky as he ever was, and sometimes we still get together. He has a new girl friend that took him a long time to find. She likes kids too and has four grand daughters, and two grandsons that are always horny. And now I have you… another child lover if I’ve guessed right. My last and only left over deep dark secret is now exposed.”
So, when I saw you kissing Heather, I was really shocked. It so reminded me of how dad and I would kiss when he came home from a long trip. Back then, Kelly was the one who didn’t wear panties. Sure, I was startled, and then captivated when I saw you and Heather embracing and kissing so deeply. When I saw little Heather’s bottom I got all juicy in my crotch. And I’ll bet that while Heather is a fun little girl to be with, it’s Maggie that feels very deeply and passionately about you. She’s very grown up for her age and as pretty as young girl as I’ve seen. Both are beautiful. Do you think that they would want to get intimate with me Manny? It’s been so long for me being with a young girl. Damn, I wish you emjoyed boys too. Kelly has, but I haven’t had one yet and really want too give that a try. So there it is… my heaven’s this has been a hell of a few days hasn’t it. Other than mundane stuff, that pretty much empties my closet. You got anything else left hidden away?”
She told her story as if it was an everyday occurrence. She was totally relaxed about it, and I can’t imagine what the long version would be like, but I’d find out later for sure. I was amazed - and not – all at the same time. Stunned for sure, but that’s a completely different emotion.
“Well,” I said. “You hear about these things once-and-awhile, but they are something outside of my experience. When I was a kid, I was never sexual with an adult, and couldn’t conceive of doing it with my folks. Sometimes it bothers me that they have sex even now – and I know that they do. Then again, if I was as young as you were when it all started, I might not think anything of it. Do you and your dad get together often?”
“Now, maybe once a year. Kelly and I always give him a nice birthday present. He really enjoys it. He’s still in good shape and quite a handsome man, and virile too. For us it’s just the way things always were. Are you okay with all of this?”
“Okay… that’s not the right word. But I certainly can accept it. It might take some getting used too, but I’ll be fine.”
This was all too good to be true, or too true to be told as nonchalantly as she had. But I did believe her, and if I had been hooked on this lady before, and everything else went okay – Shelly was it, pure and simple.
Nonetheless I eased into the conversation in a very serious voice by saying, “So you assume that Heather, Maggie and I are sexually active with each other… right?”
Her face went totally red and her look was one of, Oh fuck - Did I read this entire situation wrong.
Her response was a weak, “Well uh hu… aren’t you?
I left her question unanswered and asked, “So as a child were you sexual with other adults too?”
Another weak, “Well, yes.”
“Family or non family,” was my next question.
“Both… but you didn’t answer my question about you and the girls.”
“You’re right, I didn’t. And how old a boy would you like to be intimate with?”
Sheepishly she said, “Twelve or thirteen, I guess. I dunno maybe eleven if he was hung enough and sweet. Personality really has a lot to do with it. I’ve been with men that were not handsome by definition and choose them over hunks because they were much nicer. So it all depends, and that’s so subjective.”
“What if I told you I’ve fantasized about wanting a boy that age to sodomize me. A beautiful blond boy with the face of an angel and pretty beyond imagine, and as sweet too?
“I’d ask if I could watch and maybe play too,” she said grimacing.
“Has any adult ever forced you to have sex when you were a child or a teenager?”
“God no… never. My dad would have killed them if they had, or even if they tried to do that.”
“Is Kelly as interested in sex with kids as you are?”
“Hell yes… she’s always on the prowl. Why do you think she’s a pilot? She really loves to go to Thailand on a long layover. She always had a thing for Asians. But she tells me that German’s, and Scandinavian’s are really kinky too. Do you know that Kelly told me you were into kids after you left. She could feel it. I sort of suspected it but was really unconvinced until today. Thank the stars I flew here unannounced. Oh and pretty soon, I’m going to need a really good fucking from you… this is so way intense a conversation and my memory is flooding with all kinds of kinky and pleasurable things and stuff that have been long forgotten. But please tell me… what about you and the girls?”
I stood up and took her hand leading her into the living room. As I started unbuttoning my pants, I said, “Strip. Let’s fuck and talk at the same time.”
By the time I was finished with my sentence she was tearing off her clothes. I was already as hard as a rock, and I put my butt in the lounger and immediately she said, “You talk about the girls and I’ll shut up.”
As soon as her panties were off she told me to scoot my butt forward on the chair, then she filled her mouth and throat with my cock. Oh Christ that felt amazing.
As she sucked on my cock I said, “I’ve only known them for about four months, and it all started off innocently enough. I never realized I had an attraction to kids before, then Maggie French kissed me and I was hooked. Oh wow you’re an amazing cock sucker you know that?”
Without loosing a stroke she nodded her head yes.
“It progressed from there but Heather was really the first… I’m… damn this is hard. If you keep going I’m going to cum soon.”
She took her mouth off me and jumped up on the chair, kicked the leg rest up and put her pussy right over my cock.
“Today is different, but here’s the difference when I really get worked up. She didn’t go easy lowering herself down on me this time. She fell on me consuming every millimeter of my cock and screaming her head off in delight. After a few seconds she said, “Oh yea… that’s what I needed. Pinch my titties and tell me how you fucked Heather… you have fucked Heather, right?”
“Oh yes but were not finished as yet. She wants me to fuck her in her bottom too.”
Then she started bouncing on my cock. She was not quite as tight as the day before, but still it felt like I was screwing Heather except for the matt of black hair nicely stimulating my cock. I worked on her perfect tits and nipples and when I caught my breath, I said, “Even though Heather was the first little girl butt I’d ever felt, Maggie was my first to go down on, and that was so amazing and her taste and the texture of her honey pot was earth shattering. God I could lap young pussy all damn day long.”
“Oh god that’s hot Manny. Does she have little boobies yet?”
“Little ones with brown nipples, nice firm tiny little mounds of firm flesh that love attention. Heather has tiny budding nipples that make her squeal in delight. But she is absolutely hairless and silky as all get out. She loves it when I suck on her clit.”
I had to pause as Shelly was going nuts bouncing on my cock, and I was easily loosing track of the story.
“Would you have fucked me when I was a little girl Manny?”
“Knowing what I know now – you’re damn right, but I would have made love to you… real slowly, just like I did… do to Maggie. I wouldn’t stop until you came three times or more. Then I’d pump you full of my sperm all hot and sticky and then I’d ask if it was okay to do you in your bottom and then do the same thing.”
We were both breathing really hard and close to cuming.
“Would you screw Kelly and give me great face next time we are together.”
“If you both wanted me too, absolutely.”
“Oh Christ… I’m so fucking hot,” she said tearing at my back with her sharp fingernails.
She opened her eyes and looked deeply into mine and said, “I think we are going
to bring out the worst in each other, and I can’t wait for you to meet dad and
the rest of the family.”
“Well, there’s more to this story than Maggie and Heather so more introductions are in order.”
Here eyes widened and she got goose bumps all over her body; then she clamped tight on my cock, no doubt from memories that flooded her brain of times past. I couldn’t hold out any longer myself, so we both just stopped talking as I grabbed her narrow hips and bounced her on my cock. In no time at all, I filled up her vagina with more cum than I had ever shot. It was a quick mind bending extreme orgasm, but this time I heard Shelly explode. She made Heather’s love noises seem quiet. After I exploded, Shelly came twice more.
As she slowed down she put her head against my chest and ran her fingers through my scant chest hair. I stroked her back and cupped her breast as she panted still breathing deeply.
For the rest of the night sometimes in the middle of a conversation we fucked. Then talked some more and got into it again. Finally with the lights out in my comfy bed we cuddled and kissed and talked some more and then fell asleep making love, long and slowly. I’d never in my life slept as soundly as I did that night.
After an amazing morning blow job, we got up around nine-thirty and headed for the shower. After that, we didn’t feel like cooking and so I suggested that we get dressed and head over to the bakery for breakfast. Besides, Shelly had to taste the ice crème.
At the bakery I was surprised to see Maggie in the back. She came running over to us and then grabbed her dad and introduced him to Shelly. His poor old eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her. They chatted briefly but he ran off because there was still a lot of stuff coming out of the ovens and he had to get back to work. The place smelled rich with yeast.
I asked Maggie what she was doing home from school.
“It’s paper grading day for the teachers, so we got it off. Dad wanted some help this morning so I came on down. I suppose you came over for breakfast. What’s the matter Manny… too tired to cook?”
She said that with a smile on her face and she seemed to be a lot more relaxed about Shelly this morning.
“Maggie, is the ice crème machine on?”
“Yep… want to give Shelly a taste?”
Shelly looked a little puzzled and said, “What’s the big deal about ice crème, and why are they serving ice crème in a bakery?”
We both smiled at her and headed towards the machine. I grabbed a small paper cold cup and put a nice sample in it for Shelly to taste.
“It’s yellow, or as close to yellow as I’ve seen. I hope it isn’t banana flavored, I’m not really big on Banana.”
“It’s French Vanilla… go ahead, give it a try.”
She spooned a good chunk of it into her mouth and in no time her facial muscles went all soft and sumptuous. As she smashed the ice crème against her palate with her tongue, she started a slow deep sigh then took a deep breath.
“This is amazing… I’ve never ever tasted ice crème like this – ever.” Then she looked at me and whispered, “This stuff is like ice cold sex. It reeks of passion and… o-m-god… this is incredible.”
Maggie said, “Dad has had the machine for years but it wouldn’t work, then Manny came along and fixed it in about two weeks. Wait until you taste the hot fudge Sundae with dad’s home made hot fudge and whipped crème topping.”
I looked at Maggie and said, “Do you think your dad would mind if you had breakfast with us?”
“He won’t even miss me… what do you guys want?”
Soon enough we were all at a table by the front window and well away from any other customers.
In a viciously sarcastic voice, but also said with a smile, Maggie said, “So, did you too have a good time last night… like watch a movie or something?”
Shelly looked at her and giggled saying, “No we made our own movie last night… in the bedroom… I’m selling tickets if you want to watch and learn something.”
The look on Maggie’s face was priceless until she got the joke and grimaced. “You’re one savvy lady, you know that though don’t you Shelly?”
Shelly remained silent and I said, “Yea Mag, I thing she does. Hey want to do us a favor?”
“Like what?”
“Do you think you and Heather could invite Hayden and Shiori over this week to meet Shelly? Maybe even Tanner. You think Hayden would like to meet Shelly? I know I’d like to get to know Shiori.”
Poor Maggie looked very confused and didn’t really know what to say. So she said, “Well maybe I can persuade them but only after you Heather and I have a real long talk in private first. Like maybe a two hour conversation. A lot happened while you were away and you need to catch up.”
Shelly was smiling sweetly at Maggie as she munched on a great cinnamon roll. Maggie caught it and grimacing she said, “What you smiling about. I say something funny?”
Shelly leaned forward into the table and used her index finger to tell Maggie to come closer to her. I leaned in a little too. Shelly whispered to Maggie, “If you and Heather want to come over around lunch, I’m sure that you can talk Manny into giving you and Heather exactly what you want, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to play too.”
Maggie’s head dropped to the table with a small thud. After recovering some, she looked at me and said, “Manny… did I hear her right? Is she sayin what I think she’s sayin?”
“Well she made the offer, why not ask her.”
“You kidding me, Manny… really?”
“Really.”
Maggie looked around the bakery and whispered, “So you know about us and Manny right?”
“Uh huh.”
“What do you know?”
“You mean other than you all get together and have wild crazy sex with him?”
“And you don’t mind, and you want to play too?”
“Uh huh.”
“Damn lady… why didn’t you tell us last night. I damn sure would be in a lot better way if’n you had. I got a bad case that needs fixin, and Heather thinks you’re real hot. I do too, but you ain’t got a dick.”
Then she looked at me and said, “Is this legit Manny?”
“Totally… Shelly and her sister enjoy younger partners just like I do, that’s why I want you to get Hayden, Tanner, and Shiori over before Shelly leaves. But we can talk about that later.”
Looking back at Shelly she said, “And you don’t mind that I play with your man… maybe sometimes even alone?”
“Nope, not at all, not Heather either. You guys found him first and if I’m lucky, I’ll have a good time too. I have a feeling that you and Heather are a lot like Kelly and me when we were your age, and have done many of the same things.”
“But she’s your sister… I mean…”
“… you mean you don’t know that sometimes family members play around together too?”
“I didn’t say that… I mean I’m just surprised is all. Shit, I gots to call Heather – she was a nervous wreck last night when we left. She’s all worried about Manny gettin’ into trouble.”
Shelly said, “Just call her and tell her everything is alright. Don’t talk about it over the phone – do that in person when no one is listening, okay? You have to be careful, but I know you know that.”
“Oh, so which one of you wants to do Hayden?”
“Maybe both of us,” I said.
Maggie grinned as huge as I’d ever seen. She was so beautiful when she smiled. Shelly commented, “Now that’s the smile I was looking for last night, Maggie.”
Maggie stood up and hugged Shelly around her neck and said, “Well now you gave me something to smile about. You’ll flip over Hayden… trust me. I have to go and call Heather. I’ll probably show up around one Manny.”
As she ran into the back, Shelly said, “That little girl loves you so much I’m almost jealous. Her skin is incredibly silky, but smooth silky and buttery. I guess she’s half black and half white – right?”
“Yea. Her mother was black. That’s a long story. She died when Maggie was two or three, I can’t remember exactly. She has three older brothers and is the only girl. She’s hasn’t had the best of being a kid and being loved. I really think that’s a lot of why we love each other. And I really have started liking her dad after he eased up on her. That’s really what she really needs – a supportive father.”
“Look, it might be a good idea for us to go back to my place and get a couple of bikes and take a ride in the park. You need to know how this all started between me and the girls. It’ll help I’m sure.”
Two hours later Shelly said, “And it all started off with you getting Maggie all worked up by touching her tummy… that’s amazing. Someday soon you are going to have to do that with me. It sounds so benign.”
“Well I thought so too, until it went way beyond any kind of limits and crossed the line. I have to say that I’ll never forget it, and I’ll always remember it fondly. The biggest surprise to me was that it turned me on way too much.”
On the ride back home, we got a quick lunch and it was nearly twelve-forty-five by the time we arrived back at my place.
“You know, I really should take a quick shower – care to join me?”
“That might be way too tempting and if we are tied up, we might not be able to get to the door fast enough before the girls break it down. Maybe we wait for them and then all take a shower.”
Blushing, Shelly said, “I want to taste their little girl sweat down there – for me that’s a treat, and it’s been a long time. So I’d rather that they not shower, but do you mind if I take a quick one? Big girls taste different and I want it to be as neutral for them as it can be.”
“I smiled and said, you have a taste somewhere between heaven and little girl, but go ahead, I’ll get things ready and wait for them.”
She rushed off and I changed into shorts and a fresh T-shirt.
Chapter 28 One Guy, One Gal, and two Little Ladies
It wasn’t long after changing that I was sitting in the kitchen sipping on a cold drink when the girls walked in rather cautiously; this time.
“Where’s Shelly,” asked Maggie.
“In the shower cleaning out her puss for you guys so she smells really fresh.”
Heather launched at me and said, “So what Maggie said was true… she likes to get it on with kids too… really and truly?”
“Yep,” I said as she flung herself at me – jumping up on my lap grabbing my face and laying a huge kiss on me.
When we finished, Maggie smiling and serious at the same time said, “Damn girl… you know that I was supposed to be first this time. You get all the good sugar and I have to wait for seconds, now get off him right now.”
Heather hung her head but was smiling anyway and said, “Sorry Mag… he’s just so… I’m just so damn horny right now I can’t stand the itch between my legs.” Then she eased off my lap. She wasn’t wearing panties again either.
Maggie smiled at her and swatted her butt as she shook her head saying, “Heather… someday you’re going to get in trouble for taking off your panties and I hope I’m there to watch.”
Maggie walked over to me and said, “I need a lot of hugs and kisses from you – plus a little – scratch that… a lot more.”
As she climbed up on my lap I said, “Girls… are you okay with adding Shelly to our little group?”
Heather beamed as Maggie said, “We’re getting to many pussies for one cock so we gots to get that fixed, but yea… she’s real pretty and I’m having a problem trying not to like her cause I think I do.”
“Heather said, “Oh Manny… she’s so pretty. I really want to have her play with me. I think she’s going to be really good at it.”
I didn’t have a chance to reply as Maggie gracefully put her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her lips. It was all slow motion and gentle, but sensual as all get out. As our lips came together her pink tongue licked across my lips sweetly, then her lips pressed against mine softly and in no time we were lost in each other. Her long fingers were busy stroking my neck as she got more into the kiss and I pulled her close. She was on fire, and god how I wanted her now.
Faintly in the background I heard Heather saying something and decided not to pay attention as Maggie and I continued our kissing. It was getting passionate and I was getting hard. But soon Heather’s voice broke through and Maggie and I backed off from each other.
“Now that was a very beautiful thing to watch,” said Shelly. “I knew I was right… Maggie is one passionate lover.”
Maggie’s eyes opened wide as she looked at Shelly standing at the entrance to the kitchen in the hallway naked except for a small wrap-a-round towel concealing her pussy. Heather was just staring at Shelly’s tits.
Maggie said, “Heather… you okay girl?”
“Oh yea,” she said, “I just want my boobies to look that good when I get them – they’re so pretty and perfect.”
Shelly smiled back at her and said, “Would you mind showing me yours too, Heather. Manny says they’re real pretty too. I’d really like to see them.”
Dumbfounded and even blushing, Heather just dropped her dress to the floor and stood there naked, then stepped out of the dress and walked closer to Shelly her mouth still open.
“You are so adorable, Heather.
You look good enough to eat.”
Heather stopped within two feet of Shelly. While Heather was shorter than
Shelly, she wasn’t that much shorter. Her eyes came up to Shelly’s shoulders.
“Can I touch them Shelly?”
“Honey you can touch them, lick them, suck on them, anything you want as long as I can do the same to you.”
Maggie and I just sat there watching this. It was certainly something you don’t see every day, and I was just as interested in Shelly’s tits as Heather was.
Heathers hands came up under her tits and she gently felt upwards from the underneath swell then slowly over her nipples and then cupped them as she watched Shelly’s nipples harden. Unexpectedly, Heather leaned forward and puckered her lips over Shelly’s aureole and sucked her nipple into her mouth. Shelly flushed and with a sigh breathed in deeply.
“Damn,” Maggie said very quietly.
Heather sucked on one, then the other nipple for a minute and then stopped and pulled back. Her hand was rubbing up and down her slit as her own nipples hardened. Without saying a word, Heather released the small towel on Shelly and it dropped to the floor.
Staring right into Shelly’s pussy she said, “Oh wow… I’ve never seen a bush like that before – aside from some of the girls in Maggie’s brothers’ dirty magazines.
Maggie’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Damn girl, that’s something to see… or not see depending on how you want to look at it. You trim the sides cause it’s so narrow?”
“Nope,” said Shelly, “that’s all natural.”
Shelly picked up Heather and put her arms around her as she held her by her bottom. “I really want to kiss you sweetie, is that okay?”
Heather closed her eyes and gave her lips to Shelly. Soon they were in a real passionate kiss and Heather wrapped her legs around Shelly’s waist and then rubbed her chest against Shelly’s as they kissed.
Maggie turned to me and said, “Let’s get in the bedroom… with them – without them – but I want your cock in me something bad. I can’t take much more of this Manny.”
By the time Heather and Shelly’s kiss was over, little Heather was grinding her pussy into Shelly’s lower abdomen.
Shelly looked startled when they stopped kissing and said, “My Heather, you certainly kiss amazingly well. Did you kiss that well before meeting Manny or is it just a natural talent? That was very special.”
Heather beamed at her.
Maggie said, “She and I both kiss better after Manny showed us how – then it just sort of naturally gets better and better after that. But you know – let’s go lay down… all of us, or hell just me and Manny. I’m going to damage him real good and I can’t take much more of this with my clothes on, not to mention his. You understand… right Shelly?”
“Well if Heather doesn’t mind I’d like to get her on a bed for sure.” Looking at Heather she said, “Would you like me kiss and lick you all over?”
Heather smiled back and said, “Kiss, suck, stick fingers in both holes, pee on me… fuck-it lady – do whatever you want. You are so sexy it’s scary.”
As Shelly laughed at Heather’s proclamation, Maggie jumped off my lap and pulled me along past them into the bedroom. She closed the window cause she expected it to get noisy, then pealed off her shorts and top fast – kicked off her flip-flops and hopped into bed naked. I dropped in right beside her with my cock aching from being so hard.
Shelly and Heather were right behind. Then Shelly saw Maggie and said, “Can it get any better… Oh Maggie you’re beautiful with clothes on – without them you look like a goddess.”
A curt, “Thanks a lot Shelly, you be amazing to look at too and I want some of you, but I got business with my man here, and if you don’t mind I’m going to concentrate on getting us both off real good, and damn fast.”
Shelly laughed because as soon as she finished speaking, Maggie rolled over on top of me and started kissing me. It slightly startled Maggie when Shelly gently put her hand on her back and ran it slowly down her spine and over her bottom gently dipping one of her fingers into her crack. Maggie opened her legs for Shelly as she plucked some girl juice out of her vag then brought her finger to her lips and tasted her.
“Yummy isn’t it Shelly,” said Heather… go ahead, get some of mine too.”
Shelly put Heather on her back and just before she kissed her she said, “Make some more so I can drink it out of you in a minute or two.”
Heather giggled and I focused on Maggie.
After kissing me all over my face and spending a lot of time kissing my lips as her and my hands explored each other, she said, “I’m going to get you wet, and then I want you to put that cock of yours where it belongs.”
Scooting down, she opened her mouth and consumed all of my cock at once. That didn’t go unnoticed by Shelly who looked really impressed. Soon enough Maggie started sliding her slit over my cock and as she hooked it against her vagina she said, “I’ll start, then I want to me on my back and I want you to hump me to three cums… okay two if you can’t handle three.”
She slid rather fast onto me and with a deep sigh and her eyes closed she said, “Yea… that’s what I needed.”
She started to move her hips as I played with her hard nipples and felt more
firmness under them then when I had left. Heather’s breasts looked fuller as
well. Then as she humped on me she laid down on top of me and started kissing
me deeply.
Loud love sounds started escalating on the other side of the bed, and after Maggie stopped kissing me we both looked over at them. Shelly had turned Heather completely around and they were doing a sixty-nine. Each of them was moaning into each others cunts and lapping away like it was Harold’s ice crème. When Shelly stuck a couple of fingers in Heathers butt hole, Heather reciprocated. Soon they were sucking and finger fucking each other and the love noises were growing exponentially.
“Flip me over,” Maggie said.
I did, and as soon as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me fully inside her she said, “Don’t be gentle. I gots to cum really badly.”
Well so did I, and it wouldn’t take long either. The eleven-year old was squeezing my cock with the voracity of a hydraulic jack. But this time, all of me got inside of her. I started hammering her and her eyes went soft as she closed them and grabbed onto the sheets besides her turning her knuckles white. I had to dismiss the sounds next to me. They were both cuming already and I wanted to wait until Maggie and I had at least had one orgasm. I rearranged myself on my knees and used my hands to twiddle with Maggie’s nipples and small breasts. Now she was getting noisy too in a low frequency moaning sort of way. The breathing in that bedroom was out of control and while I tried not to look, who could resist. Besides I rationed that I would last longer if I wasn’t focused on my throbbing cock. Maggie was twisting all around under me. Heather had just cum for the second time, and I’m not sure, but it seemed that Shelly was in one continuous state of orgasm.
I looked at what I couldn’t believe was happening – twice. From somewhere Shelly had pulled out a small jelly filled vibrator and was fucking Heather with it in her ass. Heather was going wild, and just then I saw Shelly start jerking her hips.
Returning to Maggie I realized that she was on the brink of an orgasm and it happened two strokes later. I was behind her despite the stimulation I was getting both physically, visually and aurally. But that all mattered not one whit when Maggie’s pussy flooded with moisture and released me for a few precious moments. She was breathing deeply and her color was nearly pink. Then she thrust her hips off the bed and I slammed her harder than I thought possible.
Just then she said, “More of that… just that way.”
I did and from my position I could see my cock pounding her hairless slit, her labia were stretched tightly around my cock and pinker than the rest of her skin, her vagina coming out an inch or more every time my cock withdrew from her. I watched in amazement as my orgasm drew near. Looking back at Maggie’s face I could tell she was on the brink again and I selfishly looked back to watch me fuck her. God, I loved looking at her pussy suck on my cock. Soon as her pussy flooded again, and this time I could even feel the boiling of my ejaculate from deep within me. I slammed Maggie harder and all she said when I did that was “YES!... MORE!”
Maggie came in a torrent of release flailing her back all over the bed with her spine rigid. Her pussy flooded again and I saw some of it gush out of her as she came. My own spine felt like it was going to break as I thrust into her and pushed out two hot bolts of cum inside her. She screamed open mouthed and then opened her eyes looking at me like a me like a feral cat, then releasing the sheets she put her arms around my neck and pulled her lips toward mine as I shot two more bolts into her. Sitting up now with her on my lap still bouncing on my cock my spine sprayed every nerve I had with electricity and joy and unworldly magic. She clamped down on me for the last three shots my legs and arms exploded with orgasm. She shook in delight then laid her head on my shoulder totally exhausted. As I slowed down humping on Maggie, I caught the look of the two next to us just watching us in fascination.
The funny part was that after Heather’s umpteenth orgasm, Shelly had left the vibrator buried in her ass with the motor still running. While looking at us, Heather flexed her anal muscles and the damn thing popped out of her with the velocity of a rock going the wrong direction. It bounced off the carpet and if the noises were correct, it was just skittering across the floor. Shelly giggled at that too, while Heather’s face just looked at Maggie and I in amazement.
Maggie smacked her lips and out breathing was getting back to near normal as she said, “Now that was a fuck to remember… damn Manny, you got me off three times… didn’t think you could, but you just raised the bar.”
Then with a lovely soft look in her eyes she bent her neck to look at my face. She was asking for a sweet kiss and in no time we were lip locked. It was the nicest thank you I’d ever received. “Lay me down Manny,” she said, “I’ve had it.”
As I did, Shelly said, “You two were so hungry for each other and so beautiful together it really amazed me. I just wish I had that captured on video.”
“Na huh Shelly… That’s proof and we don’t need any proof to get us all caught,” said Heather. But I’ve never seen them do that before and I was just as surprised as you were. God Maggie… I’ve never seen you get off like that before.”
Maggie smiled at Heather and said, “Ain’t never gotten off like that before so welcome to the club. Maybe after he rests up a bit, he’ll do you better than before too.”
Without saying a word, Heather’s eyes twinkled at me and with a huge smile on her mouth she bobbed her head up and down.
“I leaned over and kissed her quickly and said, “I’d certainly like to try if your game Heather?”
“She lunged at me squeezing me hard and said, “I’m not putting my clothes on until you do… in my butt this time… please?”
We all laughed at that and then I smiled and said, “Sure… why not.”
Heather beamed her eyes sparkling like a 4th of July fireworks display.
Shelly said, “Maggie mind if I taste your pussy?”
“It’s a mess down there but ifn you want to, go for it.”
I lay back on the bed between Heather and Maggie as Shelly did some cunt diving. I don’t know what she did other than suck Maggie’s and my stuff out of her, but in no time, Maggie came again. I had watched Maggie before as someone, myself, or Heather was giving her face, but her look was so different with Shelly doing her. She didn’t cum as intensely but it was a surprise to us all except for maybe Shelly. When she was done with Maggie she rolled over and cleaned my cock properly as well. Just before I really started to get hard again, she stopped and said, “Now it’s time for a shower. We’re all a mess, and this bedroom reeks of a whorehouse on a Saturday night. Someone light a scented candle.”
Maggie was recovering and looked at Shelly and said, “You gots to teach me and Heather how you did that – it was so different and so nice. Different kind of orgasm too…way different.”
Then she looked at Heather and said, “Was it different for you too?”
Heather smiled from ear to ear and just shook her head up and down, agreeing with Maggie.
Shelly was proud of hearing that. It was apparent in her expressions. “Well girls, I’ve been lapping on little girls, and even boys since before I was your age, so that’s more than twenty four years. Then there were others who did me too, so I learned a lot. Besides it’s been a few years since I’ve had the pleasure of being with little girls again, and I really like that - so I was more than exited too. Heather’s got a good technique for sure. That was a couple of amazing cums kiddo.
Heather said, “You know Shelly, you have a real pretty pussy underneath that hedge … and it would be better… at least for me… if the bush was gone. Would you mind?”
Maggie immediately said, “Me too… never thought of eating a fur burger before and no offense but that’s not a real pleasant thought.”
Shelly said, “Manny, do you have any hedge clippers and a new sharp razor?”
Playing coy I said, “But then how could I distinguish between you and Kelly? That could be dangerous.
“What the hell, if what we’re doing isn’t living dangerously, what is?” Said Shelly laughing.
We went to the new bathroom and after fetching the instruments, the girls asked Shelly if they could help too.
As Shelly splayed her legs wide, Maggie said, “Wow… not much on your pussy lips or butt hole at all – this should go pretty fast so we can play some more.”
Shelly’s back was on the table and her legs splayed wide. Maggie started doing her right side with the clippers. Heather got to do the other side.
Pretty quick it was. It would have been faster if the girls weren’t playing with her holes at the same time and vibrating her clit with the clippers driving Shelly wild in the process and giving me a woody at the same time.
After Heather was finished, she asked for the shaving cream.
Shelly said, “Hang on a minute. Let me get into the shower and soften up that skin and the remaining stubble first. It won’t burn that way and besides I have some stuff in my bag that will make it come out all nice and silky.”
After showers and getting back to the table, with a little help from me and a lot of concentration from Shelly, she was as bald as Heather, and very smooth. No stubble to be seen at all. Close up it was just the shape pussy I really love. Sitting high on her pubis her long pudgy labia sitting up against her center ridge looked amazing. Her clit was exposed after all of the touching and the little pearl was wet and shiny. The girls both smiled at each other and before I got a chance to, they took turns licking her puss just to inspect the job we had all completed. I got the final turn and deemed it perfect – just as Shelly got off again from all the excitement. The girls all insisted that I trim in the shower as well. I had always trimmed my pubes leaving just a half-inch of hair. Had I not had a decent happy trail and some chest hair, I would have removed it all. I shaved frequently on the underside of my shaft, as well as my balls and ass too, so there was just a little clean-up to do.
Chapter 29 The Long Afternoon
It turned out that instead of having a snack, we were all so ravenous after that love making – getting acquainted session - I told everyone to get dressed. I decided to take us all out for a nice dinner after having the girls’ promise that the conversation would be quiet about what we were all up to. I also firmly told Heather to put some panties on for a change.
Maggie suggested a local diner instead of a real nice restaurant and everyone agreed. It seemed that Heather and Shelly had really cemented a strong bond that afternoon and that made Maggie very happy as she got to sit with me at the diner. We were seated at a booth in the front of the diner by the window. Even though there were four of us, the booth was meant for six persons easily.
To say that we ate a lot would be an understatement. Even Shelly ordered dessert. The girls told us that this diner made their own fresh pies every day. Shelly had Apple, and I had Wild Blueberry. The crust was as wonderful as the fillings. The girls ordered pie too. Heather wanted Peach but Maggie opted for a Lemon filled cream and cream cheese pie that was the best I’d ever tasted.
Just as coffee was delivered to the table, Maggie poked me under the table and when I looked at her she eyed the front door. Standing there was Shiori, and what I guessed would be Hayden and another smaller boy.
Maggie whispered, the little one is Tanner, Hayden’s brother. He’s eleven.
I hadn’t realized that Shelly was staring at me wondering what was going on behind her. Heather had no compunction about turning around to look. What I was looking at were two of the most beautiful boys I’d ever seen in my life. Which one was more beautiful was a useless thought. And Shiori dressed in very short-shorts with a halter top and no bra was enough to give any man a huge woodie in no time.
“Manny… mind if I invite them over?” Asked Maggie.
“Please do,” I said as I slipped out of the booth for her.
Poor Shelly could stand it any longer and turned her head to look. When her face came back to look at me, she was flush with excitement. “Is that the boy you mentioned Manny?”
Heather said, “Yep… that’s him and his brother is almost as amazing as Hayden.”
“Oh shit,” Shelly said quietly. Kelly can never ever see him. She’d spend more time here than I can. God is he beautiful.”
Heather lightly punched Shelly in the arm and said, “You’re worse than Manny you know. Hayden’s going to flip over you and slobber a lot over Manny.”
As Maggie spoke to the trio, I saw the kids looking our way and all of them had big smiles on their faces. They followed Maggie back to the table.
When they arrived Shiori was the first to speak. “Hi again, Manny. Gee it seems that every time I bump into you, you’re eating something,” she said as she licked her lips. “Nice to see you again. Oh… this is my boyfriend Hayden, and Tanner is his brother.”
Maggie introduced Shelly to the group, me to the boys and asked them to join us.
I stood up so that Maggie could get back in, then sat next to her with Shiori sliding in real close to me. Hayden just plopped down next to Shelly but was staring at me from across the table, and Tanner got a chair from one of the tables and sat at the end.
The boys were dressed in shorts and loose fitting sleeveless T’s showing off their very nicely tanned bodies and sun bleached hair. It seemed that Hayden had dishwater blond hair, but Tanner was a platinum blond. Looking closely it seemed strange that both boys had near white eyelashes and eyebrows. Shiori’s nipples had hardened after she sat down at the booth and Shelly and Shiori were eyeing each other very lustfully as she snuggled even closer to me. Hayden and Shiori were about the same height and I’d put that at around five-foot seven. Tanner was a couple of inches shorter.
With nobody saying anything I said, “So do you guys want to order something?”
Tanner said, “God yes… I’m starving.”
Hayden said, “I could use a cheeseburger and a shake, but Tanner will probably eat at least two burgers – he never fills up.”
Shiori, looking directly at me said, “I really love their pies here – especially the real creamy ones.” As she said that her hand was gently placed on my thigh. Maggie saw it too and just smiled and Shelly had no doubt what Shiori was doing. She laughed out loud; I think much to her own surprise. Shiori got it immediately when Hayden’s face flushed a little. It seemed that everyone at the booth understood what Shiori was doing, and since everyone in the booth was focused on Shiori, we were all surprised to hear: “Can I take your Order?”
The waitress had walked up to the booth and stood between Tanner and Shiori totally unnoticed. When she spoke, Shiori jerked her hand away from my thigh and hit it hard against the bottom of the table.
“Shit… damn that hurt… Ouch,” she said surprising herself as much as the rest of us.
Everyone at the table couldn’t help it and cracked up laughing as Hayden just bowed and shook his head.
“Swift move Shiori… yea that was classy,” said Tanner.
The waitress even had a smile across her lips but really hadn’t noticed what Shiori had been doing before she hit her hand.
“Should I come back in a minute or two when you’re ready to order?”
Tanner instinctively reached over and held her there by her skirt and said, “No… we’ll order now. For me its two cheeseburgers, a large seasoned fries, and a large strawberry shake.”
Hayden said, “A BLT with extra bacon, regular fries, and a coke. I’ll order the pie later.”
Shiori followed and said, “I just want a piece of that Lemon cream cheese pie with the whipped cream on top and a glass of milk.”
With that the waitress left and the laughing had quieted. Heather came to Shiori’s rescue and said, “So what you all doing today?”
Hayden answered, “It’s real hot out so we decided to go to the pool, but Tanner was starving so we headed here first. And you guys?”
Shelly said, “A swim sounds great… would you mind if we joined you. You up for it girls?” Is it a nice pool?”
Shiori said, “Yea… it’s real nice and big, and the nice part is there are shade trees so you don’t have to bake in the sun if you don’t want to.”
Heather and Maggie jumped at the chance so after the kids ate, we all went back collected our gear and headed towards the pool.
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They were waiting for us when we got there. Hayden and Tanner led the way to the men’s changing rooms and the girls followed Shiori.
The large changing room was fairly busy with people getting ready to leave. Hayden directed us to a quiet corner between the two rows of lockers and a nice bench seat in between them. The boys and I started to remove our clothes as Hayden faced me when I was about to drop my underwear. I think he was disappointed as I had put my trunks on and slipped the underwear over the top of them.
Tanner said, “Hayden… grease me up.”
Hayden opened his duffle and pulled out some heavy duty sun screen and started slathering it all over his brother’s handsome frame. When Tanner turned to face him, I was a bit surprised. The boy had a nice four inch flaccid cock and he was circumcised. When Hayden had finished, Tanner said, “I’ll see you outside,” and scampered away.
Hayden dropped his briefs and said, “Manny, you mind putting sun screen on me?”
“Only if you’ll do me after?” I responded.
He smiled at me with a knowing smile and said, “No prob.”
I stood up, and started to apply the sun screen to his neck, back and shoulders. His skin was a lot like the texture of Maggie’s and I could feel his developing muscular frame underneath the soft flesh. I took my time thinking that was what he preferred. After I had finished with his arms, Hayden turned around facing me, his boy cock was half erect, all five inches of it. His girth was slightly thinner than mine, and there were some fine almost invisible hairs growing at the top of his cock. His balls were handsome as well.
“I’ll let you do your face… okay?”
“Sure, but be sure to go high on my thighs and low on my stomach. I generally burn right at the elastic line of my Speedos, and that’s really painful.”
His stomach was taught and soft under my touch. Even my cock was starting to get harder than I wanted it too. He was so beautiful. I applied the sun screen down to just above his cock then asked him to put one leg on the bench so I could do that. His legs had a light covering of super light blond hair on them and the sunlight reflected off of it making it shimmer. First one leg and then the other I applied the lotion very high as he had requested.
“Your hands feel really nice Manny,” he said with his eyes half closed and his boner now nearly at full mast.
I finished up and said, “You might need some time on the bench Hayden, cause your Speedo’s aren’t going to hide your erection unless it goes down some.”
He looked at me in the eye and said, “It always does that when someone touches me so nicely… guess I’m just horney.”
“Well Shiori is certainly a pretty girl and I’m sure that you two spend a lot of private time together.”
“Yes we do, but I think you, Maggie, and Heather spend a lot of private time together too. They are both really sweet… well Heather is always really sweet, and Maggie can get there with a little effort, but I love them both and they certainly love you. But where did Shelly come from?”
Ignoring the question of Maggie and Heather, I said. “Long story about Shelly. Maybe we can talk about that later. Now I need some sun screen too.”
“Sure Manny,” he said as he sat down behind me on the bench and quickly did my back and arms. His small hands and long fingers felt amazing as he touched me. The kid was a romantic and born with that quality. He took his time on my chest and when he got to the waist band of my trunks he slid his hand in a good ways to prevent me getting sub burned along the elastic band.
We finished and headed to the pool. Shelly and Shiori weren’t there yet, so I had an idea of what was going on with those two.
Tanner and Heather were having a water fight and as we walked up to Maggie she was smiling one of her nasty little smiles.
“Did you get yourself covered in sun screen Maggie?”
“Yea… Shelly insisted. But I think she did it a lot faster than you and Hayden did.”
Hayden just smiled at her and said, “Shit Maggie… Manny put it on thickly… you know I burn really easily.”
“Uh hu… yea Hayden, I get it. Manny always takes his time, and he always does it really good too.”
Without scolding, I said, “Hey Maggie… you too Hayden. Keep the comments civil like a couple of kids should. You can toss around the innuendo’s in private, but not in a place like this. Okay?”
“Sorry,” they both said, just as Shiori and Shelly came walking towards us.
The three of us could have dropped over in a heap. Both of them had at least one ounce of material covering their bodies. Shiori’s bikini bottom was sitting right at the highest point at the apex of her mons and in back it was just slightly more material than a thong, and Shelly’s top only covered slightly more than her nipples.
“Hi guy’s,” said Shelly. You seem surprised to see us.”
“Actually I was just concentrating so I could hear Police sirens headed this way to bust you both for indecent exposure.”
Shiori laughed and said, “This is one of my larger bikini’s and I haven’t been busted with the others around here so I guess this is cool too. I really love Shelly’s bikini too, that dark blue looks amazing on her, and Hayden,” she said looking directly at his crotch, “I think it best if you sit down for awhile.”
Hayden looked down, turned red and immediately sat down on a towel.
Shelly said to Shiori, “I wonder which one of us caused that to happen to the poor boy?”
“My guess is you. He’s seen enough of me over the years and while I can still get a rise out of him – just not that much that soon.”
Then they both started laughing and I felt like I was on an acid trip from the seventies, had I been around then.
“I think we all need to get in the water and cool off. This is getting all to be a real sticky situation.”
Hayden spoke and said, “Manny, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Sticky just won’t cover it.”
Maggie surprisingly bent over and kissed Hayden on the lips then said, “Nice… it’s been too long and as every second passes I’m thinking sticky too, but Manny’s right, let’s cool off and have a nice afternoon. Leave sticky for after sunset.”
We all headed to the pool and joined Heather and Tanner.
Luckily the pool wasn’t terrible crowded. Hayden and I did a racing dive and swam to the other side of the pool. The cool water felt great in this heat. We both stopped by the pool edge, now in the deep end of the pool.
“Want to race back to the other side?” I asked.
“Maybe in a minute; the water feels real nice. Hey look at the girls.”
I did just as Shiori, Shelly and Maggie dove in. They weren’t swimming our way.
“Shelly is really beautiful, Manny.”
“So is Shiori. It seems that you two have been together a lot longer than most kids your age.”
“I guess so… but we have the same tastes, likes and dislikes. She’s a pretty crazy girl. I’m a bit more laid back. She can go from crazy wild, to humble and quiet in a heartbeat. I’m generally the same no matter what. In that way we’re good for each other. It doesn’t feel right if I don’t see her at least once a day.”
“Well, I’m glad that Shelly doesn’t have those kind of fast mood swings. But she is very special to me even if I’ve only known her for about a week. It was kind of an instant connection between us.”
“Yea… that’s what Maggie said. She was really concerned she’d loose you after you met Shelly. Heather was nearly beside herself worrying. But it looks like it’s all working out.”
Then Hayden looked me in the eye and said, “About the four of you… is there any chance of adding a couple more… I mean like Shiori and me to the group?”
“That might be fun. And depending on his interest, Tanner is welcome too. But we should talk about it a little later first, okay?”
He lit up like a thousand watt light bulb but softly said, “Really…you serious… and Tanner too?”
“Why not!” I said.
Then he frowned a little and said, “I hope its okay… but you do know that Shiori and I are both… well kinda bi… right?”
“I heard, but then again so is Shelly.”
“What about you?” He asked in a hopeful voice.
“In a rare case, like this one, I might be temped to give it a try.”
We were so focused on talking that we didn’t see the girls swimming up underneath us. Hayden and I almost jumped out of the water when each of our packages were cupped lightly under the water. Then we got very surprised as the assailants rose from the water still clutching us. Shelly had a hold of Hayden’s, and Shiori was clutching mine.
Shiori, not letting go of me said, “Oh sorry Manny… I thought you were Hayden… it’s so blurry under water when your eyes are open.”
Shelly laughed and Hayden’s eyes were wide open looking directly at Shelly’s chest as she bobbed in the water.
“Well ladies, this is a catch and release pool, and if you don’t release soon it’s going to be really hard to get out of the pool.”
Hayden commented, “Hell Manny, I’ll stay here all night. Great mistake Shelly.”
She looked really slutty at Hayden and said, “Oh I knew exactly what my target was, and Shiori is just lying through her teeth. Nice package kid.”
Just then Shelly jumped high in the water and giggled as Hayden laughed.
Shelly said, “A bit forward aren’t you?”
Hayden smiled at her and said, “You didn’t ask me, but that was sick. I hope you are as grateful as I am? Maybe we can play more later?”
“I just might take you up on that if it’s okay with Shiori.”
Shiori looked at me with that, Go ahead, grab some puss look as I could see her spread her legs under the water, but I resisted and just turned her around and pulled her back to my chest, which released her grip on me at the same time. Then I ran my hand over her tummy and down to the elastic of her bottoms. She had a long frame and waist. Her skin, even wet felt amazing.
As I touched her Heather said, “Ain’t that great how he does that?”
Shiori had quieted some and started breathing a little deeper. I decided to end this, but before I stopped I ran my hand under the elastic and let my hand slowly cross and touch her smooth mons and labia.
As I pulled my hand away, I said, “We can play more later if you want to… just not here. It’s too damn risky.”
Just then, Heather popped her head above the water with Tanner close at her side. She said, “You guy’s are getting bad already… damn… sorry I missed it.”
“Me too,” said Tanner.
“Look… let’s play… real play in the water for another half-hour at least, and then we can all go back to my place and order pizza. How’s that?”
Maggie said, “Shit… I can’t. My dad insisted that I be home for dinner tonight. My Aunt and stupid cousin are coming over.”
Shiori was the first to speak and say, “Hayden and I are free… mind if we come. We both love pizza anyway. I guess Tanner and Heather would like to come too… right?” She said looking at them.
Tanner blushed a little and said, “Might be fun, Heather and I haven’t played much this summer.”
Heather blushed and looked so damn cute doing so. They were handsome together that was for sure.
I looked at Shelly and she said, “What do you think?”
With a staged sigh and remorsefulness she said, “Well I was hoping for… ah hell, I guess it’ll be okay. Sorry Maggie, I’ll miss you.”
“Shit happens Shelly” Said Maggie. “If you weren’t in the water Shelly I’d swear that I could see you drooling over the possibilities.”
That got a giggle from everyone.
After all the ribbing we stayed at the pool until the other kids had to get going which was nearly an hour and a half. After a well fought game of Chicken that lasted for at least a half-hour; Shelly and I we were bushed. We retreated to the pool deck just to sit for awhile and have a soft drink and watch the kids. For the first time, the kids were actually acting like kids, doing what kids do. It was fun to just watch them play at kid games and as usual a lot of, “Watch me do this,” coming from the diving board. Shelly and I were just enjoying the fun quietly under a shade tree, in comfy lounge chairs, sipping on a cool drink.
We got back to my place around four-thirty and we were all famished. We weren’t there ten minutes when the Pizza arrived. We’d ordered the delivery just before we left the pool.
Shelly poured drinks for everyone, Shiori got the table set, Hayden opened the pizza boxes and set them on the counter and just watched this chorus of beauty fiddling about in my kitchen. Heather and Tanner disappeared for a while, but were back when we told them that the pizza was ready.
We chatted as we ate; just general conversation really. That lasted until Heather looking startled said, “Manny… this is really amazing.”
“What’s so amazing Heather?” I asked.
“Look around the table and tell me what’s different about it… cause it’s really obvious.”
I looked and for the life of me I couldn’t understand what she was talking about. “Sorry Heather, I’m not sure; why don’t you just tell us?”
“It’s even”
“What’s even?” asked Shelly.
“For two bright grown-ups… oh hell. This is the first time there are an even number of boys and girls. Generally it’s just Manny and a bunch of girls. This is really cool.”
Shelly said, “Well Manny probably really liked that a lot, but I see your point. By the way… what is the point?”
Heather blushed and said, “Ain’t it obvious… think of the possibilities?”
Shelly said, “Well that depends on how you look at it. Suppose that Hayden and Manny go off to have a chat somewhere to get to know each other. Then what?”
“Well, after we finish eating, Tanner and I want some alone time to catch up - right Tanner?”
“Uh hu… that’d be neat.”
“So that means that you and Shiori could have a chat somewhere, just like Manny and Hayden,” said Heather.
“Well what if I wanted to have a conversation with Tanner. What then?” Said Shelly.
Tanner’s eyes opened wide thinking about that possibility, then his face flushed as everyone at the table knew what he was thinking and all were looking right at him.
Looking stern, which was unusual for Heather, she said, “Well if that’s what you want, you’ll have to do that after I’m finished with him, and that’s going to take some time… right tanner?”
“Hey Heather… whatever you guys want is fine with me. I feel just luck to be here, and I really don’t have any idea what’s going to happen anyway. So I’ll go along with whatever?”
“How about a few hours playing Wii?” Asked Hayden playfully.
“Might be cool after Heather and I have a chat. Hey Manny, you don’t mind if Heather and I go off by ourselves for awhile – do you – I mean alone?”
“Well you two have been alone together before – right?
“Yea… and?”
“Just remember this – nobody does anything that they don’t want to do, and a simple “no” is respected the first time it is asked. That is all I ask for.”
Heather smiled at me, patted Tanner’s hand on the table, and said, “We’ll be okay Manny… trust me.”
“I’m assuming a bunch here, but remember, this house is kind of like Las Vegas. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Do you all understand that and it’s deeper meaning?” I asked.
Before anyone could say anything, Tanner surprised me by saying, “You mean sex stuff, and you and Shelly getting busted for messing with us?
Shelly said, “Yes… that’s what Manny’s talking about Tanner.
“That would not be cool for anyone. Hell, Manny… I ain’t saying anything. Besides, Hayden and Shiori ain’t been caught and neither have I – well except for one sleepover… but Billy and I didn’t get in trouble, mom just laughed at us.”
Shiori said, “Thanks Tanner… at least now we all know what we are talking about. So after we clean up – who do I get… Manny or Shelly… god I have the hots for you both?
Shelly started laughing then finally said, “Why not let Heather and Tanner go to the other bedroom and the other four of us can just play in Manny’s Bedroom. No offense Shiori, but I’d really like first dips on Hayden, and I think that Manny would like to start with you, if that’s okay?”
“Okay? Hell Shelly, I’ve wanted to jump on him since I saw him at the bakery – not that Hayden hasn’t wanted the same thing, but we agree that between the two of you it’s too close to call favorites.”
Hayden sarcastically said, “Don’t I get a choice?”
I looked at him and said, “Does it really matter… besides, today is Ladies choice.”
Shiori said, “What Shelly said is fine with me. Then looking at me she said, “Oh… one more thing. What about Goldie?”
I said, “What about Goldie?”
“Well… it’s like we’re best friends and she’d hoped that she and I could… well share you at the same time Manny.”
Shelly said, “Who the hell is Goldie?”
“She’s my super horny fifteen year-old sister – that’s who.” Said Heather. “She’s got the hots for Manny too… not to mention my mom.”
“Please don’t tell either of them… okay? This is getting way out of hand as it is, and the less others know, the safer it is for Shelly and I. But I suppose we could invite Kelly to join in too.”
“Hayden, Shiori, and Tanner just stared at my comment.”
Shelly got it and said, “Kelly is my super horny identical twin sister.”
Hayden in amazement said, “Shit Manny, you are one lucky fuck. Keep this up you’ll be a legend.”
Shiori put her arms together and reached for her crotch with both hands as she started rubbing her crotch. “Wow… this is going to be awesome. Hayden and I’ve always wanted to do an older set of twins – male or female don’t matter. That’s way hot.
I said, “A legend I don’t want to be, because that would mean I’d probably be in jail and I certainly don’t want that.”
Tanner said, “Is everyone full yet… or can Heather and I be excused… I’m tired of all this talk. Shit guy’s I’m getting hornier by the minute. How about you Heather?”
Wordlessly she took his hand and pulled him away from the table. “See you guy’s later,” she said as they walked into the other bedroom.
There’s nothing like a great idea, and just after Heather took off with Tanner, Hayden and Shiori looked at each other – smiled and then Hayden took Shelly’s hand as Shiori took mine and she said, “Where’s the bedroom?”
Chapter 33 Shelly & Hayden – Shiori & Me – Heather & Tanner
As Hayden and Shelly walked into the bedroom, I led Shiori over to the sofa.
“Aren’t we going in the bedroom? She asked.
“In awhile, but first I just wanted to spend some alone time with you. Is that okay?”
I sat on the sofa as Shiori remained standing.
“I have to tell you something you probably already know. You are extraordinarily beautiful and to be truthful. The first time I saw you, I was hoping that somehow we could get together like this.”
She blushed slightly and said, “People have told me that, but I see myself as sort of a mutt. I’m mostly Taiwanese and Japanese, with some Caucasian, plus Native American, and some East Indian thrown in for good measure. I’m a real mess when it comes to Nationality.”
I laughed at her comment and said, “No… that’s really easy – you are an American, and if anything proves that it’s your heritage. But look how beautiful a Mutt you truly are.”
“Thanks Manny. You’re Spanish, right?”
“Spanish and Italian, about 50/50 I guess.”
“Well, you are the most handsome guy Mutt I’ve seen in a long time, and Shelly…. Sheesh, what a doll she is.”
I stood up and said, “May I kiss you?”
“She smiled and blushed as she said, “Fuck-it Manny, you can do whatever you want to do to me. I’m all in for anything.”
I pulled her close to me and gave her a hug as I gently stroked her back. As I pulled her towards me, those beautiful almond eyes of hers searched mine. She laid her head against my shirt and I ran my hand through her short thick naturally wavy hair. Her short neck really showed off her long neck and for me that was always really sexy. Soon, her arms were around me, mimicking what I had done to her.
As I moved to kiss her by letting go of her back, I said, “Have you ever been with an adult male, honey?”
“Sorta yes and sorta no, I guess. I’ve been with a guy who was eighteen, but he had a really huge package… if that’s what you’re asking. And yes, that worked out just fine, so not to worry. He was a little quick on the trigger, but it was fun.”
I held her smallish head in my hands looking into her eyes, and then leaned in for that magical kiss. I wondered how those medium fat lips of hers would feel against mine. Her long neck bent backwards as my lips lightly pressed into hers. Her arms were under mine and holding on to my shoulders. She was pulling herself up to kiss me. When our lips met, the feeling I received was so exquisite. Her eyes were closed to slits as her lips covered mine. I heard her breath in deeply as my mouth opened to lick at her lips, and she pulled me even closer to her.
I could feel her breasts against my chest and found that my hands had worked their way down to her bottom… her narrow hips and small butt were solid in my hands. She squeaked as I squeezed them gently.
Our lips lapped at each others with our tongues. It started gently and was now getting quite intense. If her lips were speaking the truth, this was one very hot young lady and eager as could be. Maybe someday I could watch her doing it with Hayden. The voyeur in me would really like to watch something like that. If someone was going down on me at the same time – that would be even better.
The kiss finally broke almost reluctantly. As our lips separated, a few more quick pecks followed. I thought that was very sweet.
I pushed myself away to look at her. Her eyes were half open and very dreamy looking.
“You’re an awesome kisser. Most guys don’t have a clue how important kissing really is. Can I take off your shirt? I want to play with your chest.”
“Why not just take off our clothes now and get that out of the way? Besides I’d like to kiss you again bare skin to bare skin.”
She smiled and blushed at the same time and faster than a camera flash, her top and shorts were off – her panties came off with the shorts.
“Damn Manny, you’re slow,” she said giggling.
She started stripping me immediately. Once my shirt was off, she closed in on me and while watching herself with her eyes, she ran her hands over my chest almost as if she was inspecting it. Her long tapered fingers curled and tugged gently on my chest hair and her longish blood red nails scratched a little as well, all in the right places. My cock was getting hard inside my shorts.
Unexpectedly, her lips closed in on my right nipple and she sucked it into her mouth. She was flicking my nip with the tip of her tongue, and at no time in my experience had this ever turned me on the way Shiori did. Her head backed away still looking at my breast as her index finger replaced her tongue. Then she headed to the other breast and repeated the same action.
With her right hand free, I felt her undoing the button to my shorts. Soon she dropped the zipper and the shorts fell to the floor. Her hand returned and felt my briefs and she was disappointed. When she finished with my nipple she bent over and dropped my briefs, but instead of standing up again she got on her knees and looked straight at my cock.
She smiled and said, “Pretty.” And just then, some love sounds escaped the bedroom seemingly from, Hayden.
As Shiori licked her lips, she said, “Seems like Shelly is doing it really right to Hayden. My guess is that she is sucking his cock and stimulating his prostate too – he loves that.”
Then without fanfare she licked the entire length of my cock on its underside while holding it with one hand.
“Yummy, you showered before we left the pool… with soap. You taste good Manny.”
Still holding my cock she swallowed and then took my cock in her mouth about three inches and really started sucking on it while lapping its underside with her tongue. Those lips of hers were amazing, but I wanted to sit down.
She sampled my whole cock with her mouth for a couple of minutes, then holding my cock up, she licked my scrotum for a short time then took both of my balls into her mouth and gently sucked on them too.
The love sounds in the bedroom were getting epic and Shelly had now joined the chorus as well.
While all of this was great fun, I hadn’t really seen all of Shiori naked as yet; let alone touched all of her. When she finished and released my nuts, I pulled her to her feet and stepped back to have a look.
She got it, and if I had been hard before I got instantly rigid. She was a real beauty. She was all long and lanky with miles of leg. Standing with her feet together her straight legs went up and up and between them at her hips there was a two-inch separation that showed her meaty pussy and a visibly high pubic bone. There was just a dusting of straight black hair at the top of her slit; maybe ten in all. Her narrow hips gave way to an even narrower waist then the gentle hourglass form followed up to her rib cage. And set on her chest were the cutest, almost “A” cup breasts with her hard pink nipples, her aureoles were small and they were pointing straight at me.
Shiori’s head was hanging down just a little as she looked at me askance from under her broad eyebrows. Almost sheepishly she said, “You like?”
Not to tease her much, I said, “Honey just turn around for me slowly, okay?”
She did, and in profile with her great posture I got even harder. Then as she turned to show me her back and bottom, I almost came right there. Her bottom was a masterpiece, and to top it off she had four dimples – two above her butt cheeks near her hips and two others dead center of her buns.
Unable to resist, I stopped her turn and touched both sets of dimples and stroked her buns. I got closer and said, “You are so beautiful Shiori, so perfect it defies description.”
As I spoke I kissed and sucked gently on her long neck and licked at her ears. As I kissed her, my hands moved across her chest, lightly pinching her nipples then I moved my hand lower to her stomach eventually putting some pressure inside her navel with my index finger. She moaned at that. Then I traced my hand over her mons and labia avoiding her clit for the moment. Finally I turned her to face me, and we fell into one very sweet and long lasting kiss.
When we separated, I said, “I have to taste you, now.”
Looking at my cock she said, “Wow, it’s a lot bigger, guess you really like butts. So does Hayden,” as louder love sounds and heavy breathing noises came from the bedroom. This time lasting a pretty long time. After it quieted down, she said, “Sit down Manny.”
I did and she faced away from me with her legs set fairly wide apart and her calves against the sofa, she doubled herself over putting her bottom and slit almost in my face. Aside from the shock of her rosebud being nearly the same hue as the rest of her skin, her slightly open vag could been seen oozing little girl goo.
Holding on to her hips it was a with near animal passion I started lapping at her slit from clit to rosebud and back again several times. Her juices were unusual. It seemed thinner than most little girl juice I tasted, but it was also much more slippery. The taste was fantastic. It was a mild combination of honeysuckle and gardenia with just a touch of musk. I drank all that I could, even to sucking on her vagina. The funny part was that while it seemed on the thin side, it behaved like a more viscous liquid holding itself in place where you might have expected it to drip instead.
My senses coming back to me told me that Shiori was getting uncomfortable in this position, no matter how erotic it was for me. So I just reached for her and took her in my arms and pulled her back to sit across my legs on my lap.
“You take your time, don’t you Manny?”
“When I eat a gourmet meal, it takes about three hours. Why should this be any different?”
“You and Hayden are both romantics, and Tanner is getting there, but no offense – I’m really horny and really want to get off.”
“Your wish is my command,” I said, as I rearranged us again on the sofa. She put her head against one arm rest with her legs stretched out and I sat facing her. Her legs were over my legs and around my back.
“Now just lay back and close your eyes,” I said. “I hadn’t even done this to Shelly as yet,” but Shiori wanted to get off quickly – so be it. It was time for a G-Spot orgasm.
I started by fondling her thighs and lightly over her mound and up her stomach. As she relaxed, I opened her legs wider and slipped one finger into her vag while lightly massaging around her clit which was protruded and quite large. I couldn’t wait to suck on that. As her vag opened up, I slipped in another finger and continued to stroke her with my other hand. As her fluids increased, it was time to make her feel really good. So I moved my left hand to just above her pubic bone. Then as I pressed her flesh dead center above that bone, I put my two fingers inside her vag as far as I could go, then curled them up. By pushing the flesh down from above you can find a little shelf inside her vag. I start rubbing that as I continue to push from above.
In no time at all, she was wiggling around the sofa her eyes shut tight, her mouth open and her breathing deepening. Less than a minute later she climaxed violently, but it didn’t last all that long. Shiori squeaked when she came… lots of squeaks and very energetic hip thrusts helped me help her cum.
As she calmed sown she said, “Wow… never did that before, or had it done to me. What the hell was that?”
“Ever heard about the “G” Spot?”
“Yea… thought it was BS.”
“Well what do you think now?”
“Way cool Manny, how does Shelly like it?”
“Never did it to her yet. Besides you said you wanted to get off quickly, so I just obliged.”
“Now it’s time to get you off. Mind if I just hop on… I’d love to go for a horsey ride.”
“Well I’d like to play some more first.”
“We’ll have a lot of time to play… and I mean lots, but that can come later. So what hole do you want your cock in? You’re choice of three – you name it. That’s the least I can do for that treat you gave me.”
“You pick,” I said.
As she curled up facing me on my lap she held my cock and squeezed it some.
“It’s super oozing,” she said as
she ran the pre cum down my shaft. Then she placed the tip of my cock at her
vagina. Removing her hand, she licked her fingers and said,
You taste real good too. Ready?”
“Always… and now is just fine. I’m pretty hot and probably won’t last as long as usual. But it’s all you’re fault for looking so amazingly hot, Shiori.”
“Goodie… I get off quickly anyway… sorta like a guy in that department, besides I want to enjoy this too, but let me do the work. This puss is for you?”
She really smiled a big smile at me as she started to lower herself on my cock and her eyes were fixed to my face to see my reaction. Her insides were steamy hot and very wet, and not surprisingly tight as well. Not as tight as Maggie or Shelly, but it felt so wonderful. She didn’t lower herself fast, or slow. After half of my cock was inside her she lifted herself off me a couple of inches and then started lowering herself again.
“Ooooo, you feel real nice inside me Manny. You’re cocks just a lot longer and a little fatter than Hayden’s. Suck on my titties some, and you can twist them too… but not too hard okay?”
It wasn’t long before she was comfortably sitting on my thighs, my cock fully inside her and she had room left inside her for more cock than I had to give her. My cock flexed a few times past the half way mark and little shudders ran up her spine when I did that.
“Nice touch,” she said as my cock flexed. “I really like that a lot.”
“Kiss me Shiori,” I said.
She did, and that kiss was wonderful. As I pulled her towards me with my arms around her back, those lips sucked on mine just perfectly. Kissing Shelly was a magical experience – physically and deeply emotional, but Shiori’s kisses were so lustful and passionate it amazed me. We connected during that kiss and she started bouncing up and down on me. As she started breathing heavier, she backed off from the kiss. Now her eyes were closed. Her neck was thrown back and her mouth was open. I could feel her clinch on my cock and then release it in slow waves. She was grinding on me and her pace was as perfect as it gets.
She was starting to chirp quite a bit, and then from the bedroom we heard both Shelly and Hayden peaking at what seemed to be a mutual orgasm and they were still getting louder.
She heard it too and opened her eyes to look at me again. This time she put her hands on my chest and grabbed to handfuls of my chest hair and pulled on it. It was a surprise and strangely a pleasant one. Between her bouncing and grinding on me my cock was in heaven and my nuts were nesting closer and closer to my body.
In a lucid moment, Shiori said, “Next time we do this, I want you in my pussy, Hayden in my ass, and two others sucking on my titties, with another cock in my mouth – god that sounds amazing. Shit, this is so sick Manny.”
“I’m close,” I said as the image of what she said ran through my mind adding fuel to the fire burning inside me.
I knew I was getting close, and I wanted her to climax before of when I did, so I ran my hand behind her butt, got some of our collective juices and rammed two fingers up her butt hole.
She squeaked loudly, then simply uttered, “Perfect.”
Her eyes opened a moment later and said, “Let’s really to look at each other when we cum… I’m really close.”
In between a couple of heavy breaths I nodded consent, kissed her once quickly and then focused on her gorgeous eyes. I’d never done this before… I mean look into the eyes of someone who was just about to cum. It was very stimulating, and harder to do than I thought. Generally we get very into our own feelings and sensations when we climax, but this was different, and I liked it.
We were both breathing hard, both making uncontrollable noises as the sensations of orgasm started to flow through both our bodies. Her pace had gotten faster and faster as the moment was close, then in a heartbeat, and just before I was about to ejaculate, Shiori smiled at me moaning in delight and slowed her pace down by half. It was agony, but the sensations flooded my chest. My nipples and hers were rock hard. She was grinding on my cock and easing her pussy over my cock and gripping it tightly as she pulled herself away from it.
Our eyes never broke contact, and as the sensations almost caused me to pass out I could feel the first shot of ejaculate rising up my urethra. Just then she started moving a little faster and screaming at the top of her lungs. Her whole body was quaking with orgasm and my nerves were firing jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I went rigid and my body started shaking as she increased her pace just a tad more. That put me over the top and as she dropped on my cock it exploded inside her in ecstasy. She felt it and her pussy started pulsing – gripping and releasing my cock like she was milking me. The bolts of ejaculate matched her pace as her spine went rigid and she shook all over. I pulled my fingers out of her butt and gripped each cheek squeezing that fantastic ass as I shot more bolts into her. I couldn’t hear us anymore, my ears were ringing and both of us closed our eyes for a short time as it was impossible to keep them open. Shiori slowed her pace and as my eyes opened huge tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her smiling face was alive with pleasure.
Soon she stopped and put her arms completely around me. I did the same and just held her tightly. In a few minutes our breathing had slowed and I found myself just nuzzling my face against hers, kissing her ear and neck. She lifted her head and kissed me passionately, almost a thank-you kind of kiss if you get my meaning. It was one of the sweetest kisses I’d ever had. When she was finished, she laid her head back against my chest and I heard her say, “No wonder Hayden wants you to fuck him… he a great judge of someone who really cares and is experienced at sex. He said you’d be uber fantastic. Trouble with you is that want more than sex, you want a connection to the person and deep passion. I have trouble with attachments, but now I’m really fucked Manny. You wanted to make love - I wanted to fuck – we sorta did both. God that was terrific. Maybe next time, I’ll let go and just flow with you. You are an amazingly passionate kisser. It’s scary, but I really want to do it.”
“Sorry kiddo, at heart I’m just a romantic. An old girlfriend called me her Golden Retriever, because any time I felt a connection with anyone, I’d just trot off with them; forgetting momentarily about the lady I’d been with for a long time.”
“Yea, I know… Hayden’s like that too. You guys suck big time.”
“Well, at least we are good at that,” I said almost giggling.
“Manny, I’m starting to ooze. If I get up the sofa’s going to be a mess.”
From behind Shiori: Tanner said, “Heather… get them some tissue okay?”
“Be right back,” she said.
Shiori turned around, and I looked to see a naked Tanner standing between my bedroom and us. His cock was still hard.
Shiori giggled and said, “You mean that Heather hasn’t gotten you off yet Tanner?”
He grimaced and said, “Four times so far, but then when I saw you guys, it just got hard all over again. Ain’t nothing I can do about it. It just works that way, and you know how pretty my cock thinks you are? Hi Manny,” he said waving at me. It was really funny somehow. I loved his honesty.
Heather returned with the tissue and Shiori eased off my cock that was actually starting to get hard again. She cleaned me off some and then holding the tissue over her pussy, Heather showed her to the bathroom.
Tanner walked closer to me still hard, and blushing said, “Manny… you still gots some of Shiori’s stuff on your cock. Mind if I clean it off?”
“If you want to sure, but you don’t have to.”
He smiled at me and walked quickly over to me. As I was about to ask him where the tissues were, when he just kneeled in front of me, took my cock in his hand and started sucking off the remnants. Then he used his tongue to clean up my balls. As he licked and sucked on me he said, “This is great stuff… real tasty… nice size cock too Manny.”
Just then Shiori returned to the living room, smiled at Tanner and sat next to me on the sofa. “I saved some of the good stuff for you Tanner if you want it?”
“Gee thank’s – be there in a sec,” he said.
As he scooted over to Shiori, she pulled her pussy lips apart and he dove into it like it was a treasure chest. He sucked her dry as Heather watched and just shook her head with a smile on her face.
When I looked up, Shelly and Tanner were watching the scene as well. Shelly was amazed at Tanner, but it seemed to not affect Hayden at all.
When Tanner finished he was really hard and he sat down right next to Shiori.
“Thanks Shioir, that was a great dessert. Really yummy. Then he looked at me
and said, “Your stuff tasted great Manny… creamy, rich and not much of an
ammonia smell or taste.”
Heather plopped next to me as Shelly looked at Tanner and said, ‘So you like Cream Pies, do you?”
“God yes, I love them. Especially the Boston cream pie and that Lemon cream cheese pie with the whipped cream – they’re really special.”
Shelly, Hayden and I cracked up.
“What’s so funny, Tanner asked.”
Hayden said, “Later Tanner – I’ll explain it all.”
When I looked back at Tanner, Shiori was jacking off Tanner as if was just the right thing to do. The funny part was that Tanner was looking directly at Shelly when he exploded in orgasm. The rest of us, aside from watching Tanner get off, were just starting to chat about the afternoon.
It was decided that we’d all take showers, have a snack and then change up partners and have one more session. It was going to be a long glorious day.
“So I suppose I’m not going to have Manny today… well at least until you all leave… right?” Asked Shelly.
Without me saying anything there was a unanimous, “RIGHT!” said just after Shelly’s question.
I smiled at the kids and said, “Do I have anything to say about this?”
Another unanimous, “NO!” was heard around the table. Then everyone started laughing.
“Shelly said so how do we want to arrange this”
“Well honey,” I said, “I know that someone here really wants to be with you… I mean besides me, and probably everyone else, and I believe that it might work out nicely, so let me suggest that you and Tanner get together – and maybe Shiori would like to join in too.”
Tanner looked at me with his mouth open in astonishment, and Shiori smiled. Then he said, “That’d be great Manny, but I just gots a little pecker and I don’t think that would be much fun for Shelly.”
Hayden said, “You might be surprised Tanner, and besides you’re not small for your age either. Heather… did you and Tanner… well… do it today?”
Blushing a little she said, “Gee Hayden… well yea… in my puss, in my butt and I blew him once too. Seems like he hardly ever gets soft. Why?”
“Well did he get you off when he screwed you?”
“Yea… he can go a long time. I was surprised, and it felt really nice too. But why are you asking?”
“Why don’t you say something Shelly?” Hayden asked.
She looked lovingly at this handsome and very pretty boy and said, “Well Tanner, from what I hear Heather is about as tight as I am. I mean I’m really small down there. I’d love to play with you and Shiori. What do you think?”
His eyes lit up like Vegas and said, “Shit yea… you mean really… you wouldn’t mind? You ain’t teasing me are you?”
“I wouldn’t do that sweetie, and I’d love to spend some time with you and Shiori.”
Tanner got excited and said, “Shit this is like Christmas. I ain’t been with a grown lady before and you’re so pretty.”
Shelly said, “You okay with this Shiori?”
Shiori teased Tanner a little by looking skeptical, but she couldn’t hold the pose, then said, “Sure, I’m game. Besides small as he is, it never stops working. I’ll be really glad when he stops shooting blanks though.”
Before Tanner could say anything, Heather said, “He ain’t dry no more. I thought there was something funny going on but he came inside me today. Not a lot, but enough. And he did it again when I was sucking on him too. Tanner stuff tastes really good too.”
By then everyone was looking at Tanner and as he went beet red a round of applause and congratulations came at him from around the table. It ended with Hayden saying, “Way to go Bro!” Hayden was genuinely happy for Tanner.
As the congrats quieted down Heather said, “Well it looks like its me, Manny and Hayden. Finally… two whole cocks just for me… nice ones too.”
Hayden said, “Be prepared to share the cocks little girl… remember my butt hole likes them as much as yours does.”
More giggles from around the table. It got louder when Tanner said, “So… everybody ready cause I sure am.”
Tanner, Heather and I took my bedroom, and the other three took the second bedroom.
As we walked in and the others out of hearing range, Hayden said, “Tanner is going to be in heaven. Until now, all that Shiori has done to him is to jack him off. He’s wanted to be with her for ages, and now Shelly – he’s got a major Jones for her and he has no idea how great this afternoon will be.”
I said, “Well, I’m hoping for something special as well. This will be really different, but I sort of feel like a teenager on a first date, Hayden.”
“Don’t worry Manny, just do what you want and what feels good. Shiori is certainly taken with you. You went romantic on her didn’t you?”
“Can’t help that, and yea I did. You really have a tiger by the tail there Hayden. If you two get along as well doing the other things in life – you are one very lucky guy.”
“More than I deserve that’s for sure.”
Heather said, “Okay… I know that Hayden has been wanting him and you to get together something bad – so tell me – who’s doing who?”
Hayden said, “It doesn’t matter to me, but my preference would be for you to be a top Manny. Don’t know if the other thing would be okay with you.”
I said, “Okay, but someday soon, I’d really like to give that a try. I’ve been thinking about it since I met you. I’ve never done it before, but I’d like to try.”
“And I know I’d enjoy it, and if I had a guess – you will too.”
Heather said, “What’s a top?”
Hayden explained as Heather blushed some and said, “Well boys, I guess I’m both too.”
“So what do we do first?” asked Heather as she climbed up on the bed with Hayden close behind.”
I grabbed Heather tossed her up in the air, caught her and gave her a big kiss. She latched on to me like an Octopus wrapping her legs tightly around me. We kissed for awhile and it was so nice to be kissing her again – she was such a little doll. Afterward she said, “You know Manny, I’ll always love you. You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”
I looked down at Hayden smiling at us. He said, “You know this is so weird but while I know it’s all wrong to be doing all of this, I just don’t see why not to. Not many people I know are as happy as we are… and it’s not just the sex… it’s the whole experience of being close to someone. You two look great together. Hey Heather, can I get some sugar too?”
After a quick kiss for me I put her nearly on top of Hayden and they started mackin on each other with Heather’s little bottom just squirming all over the bed.
When they finished, Heather rolled over face up on the bed and said, “Oh yea… I could do this every day. You guy’s are amazing.”
I said, “Okay… let’s get Heather off first. You game Hayden?”
He just smiled, turned on his side and started fondling her. I joined them on the bed and started kissing her forehead, lips and then on to her ears. After nibbling awhile after running my hand across her chest, I started kissing her already hard nipples. Hayden was working his way down her stomach taking his time. Soon I saw Heather open her legs wide as an invitation. Before I changed positions I kissed her some more, and she returned the favor her little tongue dancing inside my mouth was so different from either Shelly or Shiori – or for that matter even Maggie.
I scooted down to Heather’s feet. I’d always enjoyed looking at her legs, they were so symmetrical and perfect. So I picked one of her legs just as Hayden started running his tongue down her slit. I massaged her leg from Thigh to ankle using both hands. She had painted her toe nails a dark shimmery green. I did the same to the other leg, and as Hayden was getting serious with her clit, and Heather trying to suck on Hayden’s cock, I took one of her feet and started massaging it. Then I put all of her toes in my mouth at the same time and started sucking on them. Even with a little giggle coming from her, she seemed to really like the treatment. After I finished with both feet Heather was getting close and Hayden was really enjoying this as well.
I asked Hayden to roll on his side taking Heather with him. I got behind her lifted one leg and had full access to her bottom which I just dove my mouth into. So Hayden and I worked on her whole bottom, and Hayden was kind enough to let me get some of Heather’s juices by moving up to kiss her stomach a few times.
Heather was getting into it and was starting to squirm all over the bed. As Hayden put a couple of fingers in her pussy, I followed with two then three fingers in her bottom.
In between sighs and deep breaths Heather said, “stick’m in deeper.”
The little girl was split wide open and her juices were flowing like crazy as we filled both her holes. It didn’t take too long for her to edge over the top. As we both finger fucked her, with Hayden’s mouth on her clit and my hands squeezing her bottom she lapsed into a fast climbing intense orgasm. Her back stiffened as her body nearly shook all over. She had grabbed onto the sheets and her knuckles were white holding on for dear life as she crested. Then she started flailing all over the bed. I could feel her colon muscles clenching my fingers and watching her rose bud close and open around my fingers. Her pussy was gushing with juices and her whole body was a bright red. She yelled at the top of her little lungs as she came and the weirdest part of it all was that she was smiling through the whole climax.
We slowed down as her climax waned and her smile turned into a peaceful tranquility that was wonderful to watch.
When she had mostly recovered Heather said, “That was a great cum. I imagined that Hayden was fucking me in my bottom and Manny was in my pussy. We have to try that sometime. Thanks guys – that was amazing. So who’s next… and oh, I’m not done yet by a long shot.”
Hayden and I looked at each other, then I looked at Heather and said, “Sweetie… remember when we were getting to know each other? We really did it alone for awhile. What I’d like to do is to spend some time alone with Hayden. Then you can come back for the grand finale. Would that be okay with you?”
“Where would I go Manny?”
“Hayden said, “Go help Tanner, have some fun with Shiori, bite Shelly’s nipples, do whatever you want, but save some for us. How’s that?”
“Okay… I guess so, but can I ask you a favor Hayden? When I do come back, promise me you or Manny will screw me in my bottom until you cum… and I do to?”
We both smiled and Hayden said, “Whoever’s hard at the time gets your bottom – how’s that?”
“Fair enough,” she said. After kissing and hugging us both she headed to the other bedroom.
“Damn I’m horny, Manny, and by the look of it you are too. Is it me, or is it just overcome by horniness?”
“I think both, but more you than the other. I really want to play with your cock Hayden.”
“His white skin reddening, he said, “Manny… can I kiss you?”
I thought about that for a moment because I’d never kissed a boy or a man before and it seemed… well odd in a funny way but said, “I’ll give it a try, but remember I’m way into females and this is all new to me.”
“If you’re uncomfortable with that, it can wait, but how about a few hugs to start us off. Would that be comfortable with you?”
He was a smart boy, and as he finished his sentence I put my arms around him, stood us both up and pulled him toward me my hand landing at the small of his back. He reciprocated and soon I could feel his cock hardening as it touched mine. We just stroked each others backs and while I knew he was a boy, it didn’t seem to matter. His skin was warm and smooth. The little tan he had was just enough that the light fine hairs on his body were evident. That too was a turn on. He looked up at me and I kissed him on his forehead. Then I turned him around with his bottom against mine. Now that really turned me on. My hands started exploring his chest and stomach. His well muscled torso almost made me quiver. He just let me do my thing and soon, my hands went to his groin. Soon he laid his head against my shoulder and my nose caught a whiff of his hair. This boy smelled wonderful. I’m not sure if it was his shampoo or some scent he was wearing, but it was quite stimulating.
Looking down over his shoulder, his cock was now rock hard. I wondered what it would feel like to grasp a cock other than my own, and I was in for a surprise. I ran my hands just to the side of his cock and took a nice handful of scrotum, then slipping my hands off to his inner thighs. As my hands came up, I guess it was just natural to take his cock in my right hand. I lightly caressed its length as I rubbed his stomach with my left hand. I could tell his eyes were closed and he was enjoying the touch. Holding his cock was so unusual, yet felt very natural. I stroked its length a few times and understood something fundamental. When you play with your own cock you have the sensations coming from your hand and your cock at the same time – with the focus primarily on how you feel manipulating your own cock. With Hayden, that was absent and I could focus just on his cock, it’s ridges and the velvety feel of his corona and glans. It was like really touching a cock for the first time.
As I stroked him, my erection was lodged in his butt crack and Hayden was rocking his butt up and down over it. His buns were so muscular that getting my cock inside his crack in this position was impossible. But looking down at him and on a sheer impulse, I ran my left hand up and off his stomach to his chest and then further to his neck. I turned his head and pulled his neck back a little as his closed eyes and red lips were in view. Then I kissed him lightly on his lips… tentatively at first. He turned his body towards me as I could feel his tongue slide over my lips. Soon, we were in a full but slow and gentle kiss exploring each others mouths. It was quite amazing and sensual. Lost in the moment, it didn’t matter what sex he was. The kiss was totally romantic, totally passionate, and I was thoroughly enjoying it.
After the kiss broke, I laid him on the bed and ran my hands over his long pretty legs. As I crawled up on the bed, I got between his legs – held his cock once more and then put my lips to his cock, gently easing him inside my mouth. Talk about textures and the wonder of feeling his cock flex in my mouth was so new and exciting to me. His girth was perfect and as I consumed more of him and started to move my head up and down his shaft, his hands started mussing with my hair.
Stopping for a minute, I lifted his cock and took one of his nuts into my mouth and carefully sucked on it. Since there was room for the other one, I just sucked his scrotum into my mouth and lapped on them both. Hayden started pulling away from my mouth and assuming that he wanted me to stop that, I released them.
Quietly Hayden said, “Sorry Manny, I really love that, but I like to have my nut sack stretched. Just hold on to them in your mouth and let me do my thing. That feels awesome.”
Sucking them back into my mouth he started pulling his crotch away from my mouth. It seemed to me that this would be painful and he was pulling so hard that I had to use my teeth a little to keep them in my mouth.
Then I heard him say, “Twist them and bite them a little – you don’t have to be so gentle… really.”
I did, and his sighs got more intense by the minute. As he pulled I tugged on them. He seemed to really like that. In addition I was stroking his cock at the same time.
Soon I release his sack and started sucking on his now even harder cock. Just as I was getting into it, Hayden said, “Time to stop Manny or I’m going to cum and I don’t want to right now – but you do that really nicely.”
I stopped and stroked him a time or two, then let go.
He turned around on the bed and quickly grabbed my shaft and swallowed me whole. It was a surprise especially when his hand closed on my scrotum and I felt a damp finger probing my butt hole. I’ll tell you this; the boy had a real talent for sucking cock. I’ve had many fantastic blow jobs, but his technique was unique and way beyond fantastic.
He was pulling on my scrotum as his finger slipped into my bottom. He was taking his time and there was nothing but my bottom really enjoying the sensations. I was liking this a bit too much as two fingers now were inside me and he was probing for my prostate. When he found it, and the joys of his ministrations increased seven fold a few moments later. It didn’t take me too long to figure that I wanted his cock in my bowels… really soon. But this was feeling way too good, and I didn’t want to blow yet either.
I said, “Would you mind getting Heather and some lube. I want your cock inside me Hayden, and maybe Heather would like mine in her bottom at the same time. What do you think?”
All I saw was a huge smile followed with, “If you promise to fuck me later on today. I really want you to do that to me… sure, sounds great.” With that he ran out of the bedroom.
Not two minutes later he returned carrying Heather. One hand was holding her between her legs and holding on to her pussy and the other balanced her chest. As he walked into the room he said, “Is your bottom clean inside?”
She jerked to look at him and he almost dropped her as she said, “As a whistle… who’s going to do me back there?”
“Manny,” Hayden said.
With a huge smile she turned my way and said, “Bout time… this is so cool. I’ve waited long enough.”
I asked, “Why are you carrying her?”
“She was lapping on Shiori and didn’t want to stop until she finished her. Tanner took her spot after I lifted her off the bed.”
He set Heather down on the bed and reached in to his duffel and tossed me the lube as he said, “You work on her bottom while I loosen you up.”
Heather smiled and said, “Oh this is going to be so cool.”
“You really want to do this Heather,” I asked?
“Oh yea… lots and lots.” Then she turned to look at Hayden and said, “Doggie style?”
Hayden kissed her and said, “No… this will be a little different.” Then speaking to me he continued, “Manny, soften her poop hole up while I do yours.”
Heather grinned at me. “Where do you want me Manny?”
I turned on my side and had her lay with her head towards my mid section, her cute bottom close to my face. Unabashedly, she lifted one leg up in the air and unable to after smelling her scent, I lapped at her pussy a few times then moved on to her bottom.
I squirted some lube out of the tube and after more licks to her bottom, greased her up. I added another dollop then threw the tube to Hayden. As I started working my fingers – finally three of them – inside her, Hayden was doing marvelous things to me as well. Not to remain a non-participant, Heather scooted down a bit and started sucking on my cock. When Hayden was ready he handed Heather the tube of goo and had her slather the slippery stuff all over my cock.
“Great Heather,” Hayden said, “Now I’m going to start with Manny, but this is his first time so I’m going to take it slow. I’ll tell you when you can start. Manny’s going to be on his back, and I’ll want you to sit on his cock facing me or him and you set your own pace slipping his cock inside of you. You’re going to have to do the work, just like me. Manny’s just going to lay as still as he can. Now it’s likely he’ll shoot before we do, and that’s okay. He’s going to get way stimulated. Ready?”
She just shook her head yes.
Hayden slipped between my legs and I opened myself up for him. He was narrow wasted and fit in nicely without me having to open my legs wide. He started by sliding his cock up and down my crack, pausing at my hole and gently pushing against the rim.
“When I start to go in Manny, push out like you want to poop. That’ll make it real easy.”
A minute or so later, with Heather watching the event closely, Hayden nuzzled up close to my butt hole and pushed in earnest. I pushed back a little and felt my hope opening slowly. I could tell I was well lubricated as the resistance to this intrusion was minimal. It was strange because I was already enjoying this and the head of his cock wasn’t even inside. He backed off and then pushed forward again each time opening me up more. On the fourth try, the head of his cock slipped inside me. There was just a small twinge of pain, but not enough to complain about.
“How you doing Manny,” he asked.
“Go for it,” I responded. “Just easy at first.”
I could feel him pushing inside me, then retracting pulling out of me completely, then immediately pushing inside me again. Watching his facial expressions was a turn on it its own right. He was loving this. Finally he slipped half way into me and it felt amazing.
“Hayden… give me all you got,” I said.
He shook his head and slipped all the way inside me and it felt amazing. I only hoped that it would be as easy on little Heather.
After a few strokes and him finally finding a way to hit my prostate, much to my delight, he said, “Heather… it’s time.”
Like a rabbit she hoped up on top of me and turned facing me with Hayden at her back grabbed my cock and after Hayden resisted his urge to continue, pointed my cock at her bottom hole and started easing on down.
Whether it was pain or pleasure for the first few minutes I’m not sure, but the little girl was a trooper and using her muscular legs eased herself onto me and stroking my cock when I was about half way inside her. My cock and Hayden’s flexed nearly at the same time sending a jolt of pleasure through me I’d never experienced. Heather felt it too and sighed as I saw goose bumps rise on her arms and legs. Finally she lowered herself fully on to me.
“Oh Manny,” she said, “This feels amazing. Never had such a big one in there, but it’s so hot and wow.”
“Wow is right,” I said as Hayden started to move again. “The combination of the two of you is really amazing. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before and I really like it. Look, unless you really need me to do something, I’m just going to be still, this feels to fantastic to try and multitask. Okay?”
I didn’t wait for an answer, I just closed my eyes to feast on the sensations my whole body was providing me. I did reach up and start playing with Heather’s small titties. That added greatly to the pleasure. I peaked to see Heather fingering her clit as she moved her bottom on and off my cock. Hayden was getting a rhythm and now was pounding against my magic gland. My cock was flexing like crazy inside Heather, and Hayden’s was flexing inside me. His cock was so hot and I could feel every movement he made. When I looked at him, his eyes were closed too, but his hands had replaced mine on Heather’s breasts, and he was tweaking and pinching her nipples. Every time I flexed my cock inside Heather, my butt hole tightened on Hayden. When that happened he always sighed in delight. But I was having trouble with one thing.
“Hayden, I feel a real need to move my hips, not moving is driving me nuts regardless how much I love this.”
Hayden stopped a couple of strokes later and said, “Okay, we can do that. Heather stop for a moment and get off Manny. Let’s do doggie with him in the middle, okay?”
With a mournful sigh she said, “Oh okay… but this is feeling really great right now.”
“I promise it will feel better soon,” he responded.
She hopped off me as Hayden pulled out. I slid over and Heather got on all fours. I looked down to see her gapping butt hole and almost winced. “You okay Heather?”
“Not now,” she said, “but I will be with your cock back where it belongs.”
Even as she spoke her butt hole started closing up. I just placed the top at her entrance and slipped inside.
Hayden said, “Go fully inside her Manny then give me some time to get situated.”
I was hovering over little Heather supporting myself with my hands with my knees on the bed. Heather felt different now and then I felt Hayden slipping into me again and that felt really great and different as well.
After a couple of strokes, Hayden said, “Okay Manny, you set the pace and Heather and I will let you do all the work.”
As I pulled out of Heather, I could feel Hayden’s cock boring into me. It took a few strokes to get everything right and then I started moving my hips and legs. The experience was like no other. I was getting as over stimulated as I could get. My mind was working overtime as my brain thought of my cock in an eleven year old beautiful girl while getting bonked by a thirteen year old boys’ cock. Somehow I couldn’t help but tighten my bottom and flex my cock continuously. Hayden was smacking at my prostrate harder and harder. Once I set my pace, he was moving too for added effect, and it felt so wonderful.
Little Heather was close to her orgasm. I could feel her fingers touch my cock as she was masturbating herself. Hayden’s hands grasped my hips and thrust into me slamming me harder and harder. Heather kept adjusting the angle my cock slammed into her colon, as did I with Hayden.
The noise in the room were epic. We were all really close. For me the sensations of climax were strange. I felt it starting in my bottom and my cock. Then other sensations were massing in my legs, neck and back, and they were spreading to meet in the middle.
Heather popped first, her colon pulsing on my cock, her sounds joyous and animal. That set me off as the nerves firing all over me spread like a wave and joining with the others. I don’t remember much other than the ecstasy I was feeling. I couldn’t see or hear. All I could do was feel everything… in abundance.
Still inside Heather’s bottom I fired bolt after bolt of ejaculate into her and a few seconds later I felt my bottom being filled up by Hayden. I lost control of my muscles and fell over onto the bed pulling Heather with me. Hayden followed and continued shooting into me. I loved the sensations, all of them, I only had the fleeting thought that I wanted someone to really pinch my nipples very hard. And then it happened. It was Hayden. I screamed in joy. The pain provided so much pleasure. I guess I screamed. Then I felt Hayden’s cock harden once more and shoot two more hot bullets into me.
Heather was finished, all curled up in a ball along side of me my cock still inside her, but I’d stopped moving by that time. Then, in an instant, I wanted Hayden’s cock out of me – NOW. Miraculously, he pulled out at that exact moment. He scrunched up to me and just held me as his breathing subsided.
I rolled Heather over to look at her face and see if she was okay. Her eyes opened to seem as if her thoughts were a million miles away. I kissed her deeply and she kissed me back. I felt her tears dropping from her cheeks before I saw them.
After a few minutes I said, “Heather, Hayden, that was bliss… thank you both.”
Heather just kissed me quickly again and said, “We have to do that some more... I mean you in my butt hole. That was the best ever.”
Hayden said, “Manny, you got fifteen minutes to get ready to do me. Can you handle that?”
I just laughed and remained still, finally saying, “Maybe a half hour… okay?”
He kissed me on my shoulder and remained quiet.
I guess we all fell asleep for a few moments. The next thing I remember was Shelly kissing me on the cheek.
As I cracked my eyes open, she said, “The bed’s a real tragedy sweetie. Thank god there’s no chocolate stains, but the marshmallow topping is everywhere. What happened with the other two guys that were here?”
“What two other guy’s?” Hayden said looking up from the bed curiously.
There’s too much of your junk on the bed plus what remains inside you two to just have come from two guys – there had to more of you.
I said, “There weren’t… it was just the two of us, and over stimulation… and great illicit sex… and over stimulation… and amazing sex. I actually think I came twice back-to-back… honest.”
“Okay Manny I get it, you really liked that didn’t you?”
Heather said, “We all did… especially Manny… he was really out of it when he gasmed.”
“Why don’t you all take a quick shower. I’ll clean up the mess so we can make another one.”
Exhausted, we all headed to the shower. Damn that felt great too.
Towards the end of the shower, I picked up Heather then put my arms around Hayden and gave him a big kiss. “That was so special, and so wonderful, I’ll never forget it. You are an amazing boy. I hope you know that?” Then turning to Heather and kissing her too for somewhat longer, I said, “You are simply unbelievable and such the most erotic little tart imaginable. Heather, I so love you sweetie.”
She glowed with the praise and said, “We’re all lucky to have found each other. This is really crazy shit Manny, but it’s so amazing. And of course I love you back… more than you could know.”
By the end of that memory filled day, we were all exhausted. The sex and the energy we put into it emptied us completely. While Hayden didn’t get his wish that day, it did happen the next week while he and I were alone. Maggie got pissed that she missed the festivities, but Hayden and I made that up to her along with Shelly later that week. Shelly returned home a couple of days later. And as for Tanner… well he was one happy camper by the end of that day. He was the last man standing and ready to go another round if he could have found a taker, which unfortunately for him he couldn’t.
Summer was just beginning as the kids finished school for that year. If Spring had been fantastic, Summer was beyond amazing.
With Shelly it was easy to get the kids away for a weekend now and again. On the 4th of July we put on a spectacular fireworks display over the lake. We took the ATV’s and played all day running around the sand dunes and had a great time of it. Hayden had become a real good pyrotechnician under my tutelage. Yea, I was also really good at making fireworks.
Shelly concealed our adventures from Kelly as long as she could, but by the 4th, Kelly was there too, enjoying the pleasures the rest of us had come to enjoy. By September she added her new older boyfriend and two well endowed and gifted youthful teenage boys to the group. The girls really appreciated that, as did Hayden and Tanner – not to mention myself.
The dungeon came into play as well one day when Heather and I walked in on Shiori playing a DOM and Hayden being all tied up. That was fun to watch, and then play at.
The bakery was flourishing with the new ice crème machines and Harold was sending me a sizable check each month. That came in handy when I proposed to Shelly on her birthday. The ring was mostly paid for by fixing ice crème machines.
The girls continued to grow and develop over the years that followed, and we maintained a very close relationship. Eventually at her 16th birthday party Goldie became an official member of the group, but that was the last person to join the little group. Goldie had a wonderful 16th birthday, and she was one little hottie too. That girl had enough stamina for twenty ladies.
Nobody ever got hurt, or caught… and that made it all the more splendid. What happens at Manny’s stays at Manny’s became a pact that all of us lived up to.
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