We Shouldn't be Doing This
by Rich Humus

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Silence.

Her warm little body trembled a bit, but not from fear. I heard a very slight sniffle.

Earlier, she’d more or less snuck in on me while I was looking around the bedroom. I needed underwear. I don’t know why I didn’t have a pair here, I spent just as much time at this place as I did at my own. I opened and closed the drawers of the chest, one after another, rummaging through them. Sox, sweaters, tee shirts, pants. Every damn thing but some boxers. I’m dancing around naked as the day I was born, fresh from the shower, when I hear a sound behind me, at the door. I spin, grabbing a pillow off the bed to hide behind.

Big blue eyes look at me. Even 20 feet away, I can see them start to glisten. I walk over, still holding the pillow amidships. I turned away from her to look into the closet and left the pillow at my front. I really didn’t care if she saw my ass. Rummaging through a closet with only one hand isn’t easy. I didn’t really think there’d be any underwear there, anyway. It was just closer to her.

I thought back to earlier that morning. We were both in the kitchen just standing around. The house was empty but for us. I moved over to the coffee maker, and on my way she intercepted me, for some reason. I don’t know what made me do it, but I put my arm around her shoulders and then leaned down and gave her a good, wet kiss, right on the lips and thrummed my tongue across her closed mouth for a second or two. It was not the kind of kiss she was expecting. It was not the kind of kiss you usually give to a young girl. I said, “I love you, sweetie.” And then finished my business in the kitchen and left. She offered the rest of her toast to the dog Buddy and then went off to her room, I suppose.

But I must have flipped a switch in her dormant libido. I always had an inkling it was just below the surface anyway. Just looking for a way to get out. Her mother was that way. More or less frigid when I first met her. By the time we split, she’d done a 180 and would fuck anything with a cock. Often.

After I’d looked in the closet for a moment, I turned around.

I looked right into her eyes. Bright, wide, the proverbial deer in the headlights look. She was breathing hard, her bosom rising and falling as I watched. I tossed the pillow back on the bed behind her, and her eyes went to my midsection. Her mouth opened and a sharp intake of breath was the only sound. I moved up to her, right up against her. My cock brushed against her hip, stiffening rapidly. It might even have left a smear.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

I held her shoulders, firmly. She was wearing just a loose white tee shirt. Probably one of mine. It looked like a huge nightshirt on her. I pulled away from her and looked down. Her magnificent, almost larger-than-life breasts heaved up and down as she breathed. They were beautiful, round, creamy, soft pillows that looked obscenely large on her tiny frame. I reached down to pull the bottom of the tee up, exposing the beauties. My thumbs were in her pits, pinching the shirt up there with them. I couldn’t help my gaze.

The tits were, to put it simply, magnificent. Huge, round, perfectly round, creamy smooth, not a blemish or a mark or even the slightest defect. Like they’d been formed by some artistic genius. They were even exactly the same size, which is rare, as you know. Picture half of a fleshy, ripe, pink cantaloupe. Then picture two of them. Just perfect. I licked my lips.

Her nipples were tiny, barely there, just little nubs. Not even pencil erasers. Hell, they were only about four or five months old. This time last year she’d been flat as a, well, a 12 year old. Her areola were about two inches across, round, the perfect complement to those little nubs. I saw the goosebumps on her skin and smiled.

I held her ribs as I latched my lips onto one nipple and started sucking. Her intake of breath led me to believe she’d not felt that feeling before. A hitch and another quiet gulp. I worried the one tit for few minutes and then switched to the other, while my free hand kept a palm around the first boob.

Her nipple was heavenly. Warm, stiff, I nibbled at it with my teeth and laved my tongue over it, letting the tiny nub harden further between my lips. I drooled around her boob, pulling and sucking at it, worrying it like a dog with a bone, gripping it with my hand. I felt the heat from her body through it.

Warm.

Her heartbeat pulsed in my hands, I could feel it through the mound of flesh.

I spent long minutes there, worshipping her mammaries, listening to her quick little intakes of breath. She tentatively put one hand on the back of my neck, as if I’d ever try to pull away.

Then it was time to move on. I pushed her back and she flopped onto the soft bed covers with a whoosh. I knelt on the floor next to her legs, and put my hands on the inside of her knees. I know she knew what I was going to do. I looked up at her eyes though her little ripply tummy and between the huge mounds on her ribcage. They hadn’t even flattened, even one bit. Simply amazing. Natural, but indistinguishable from bimbo boobs. Her eyes widened, in a mix of alarm, anticipation and fear. I kind of knew, at that moment, what a big male lion feels when he jumps on the neck of a slim gazelle and just before he bites down on it.

Her vulva emanated heat I could feel from a foot away. I pushed her knees apart and there was some resistance. Not much, but some. The downy blonde tufts at the top curled in a cute little spin. Her outer lips were full, fleshy, pink and ripe and ready. I used my thumbs then, to peel them open and uncover the treasures they hid.

Wet. Very wet, and the scent of a woman wafted up to me. Her inner portal was shiny with her juices, but closed tightly, like the entrance to a cave that had suffered a rockslide and was ninety percent covered and blocked. I used my right thumb to flick upwards across her clitoral hood, uncovering its hidden bump. It was small yet, not mature, but bright pink, almost throbbing. I leaned into it.

The sound she made when my lips closed around her clit and lashed it with my tongue was something I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. Her entire body shuddered under the attack. I pursed my lips and latched onto her little pleasure bud, pulling it away from its protective sheath, my tongue swiping back and forth across it like a maniacal windshield wiper. I nibbled and kissed and pulled at it, as her wriggles and moans intensified. I let my tongue swipe up and down along her inner folds every now and again, just to vary the program. I gently let one finger push up against her opening, but I soon encountered resistance, and I didn’t want to go farther, not yet. Not with my finger.

Her long slender legs joined behind my back, holding me tight with her ankles crossed behind my neck. She probably didn’t even know she was doing it. I buried my face even deeper into her, and let my hands drift up to grab her tits and give them the workout they deserved. Her hips jerked and undulated under me, and after barely a minute or so, her breath caught and she froze and a muffled shriek escaped from between the fingers of the hand she’d been holding over her mouth. She shivered, perhaps from her very first real climax, and the trembling kept on for a good thirty seconds as I relented just a bit and let her ride out the pleasure. I knew that pushing it too hard and too far while she orgasmed might be too much for her little inexperienced body and soul to take.

I waited, lightly licking her outer lips, tasting the fresh, tangy juice of her adolescent pussy. Once her tremors subsided and she gave a long, drawn out, satisfied sigh, I squeezed her tits tightly, running my thumbs around her now pebbled nipples, and attacked her vagina once again. This time, though, I concentrated on her labia, inner and outer, licking and sucking and nibbling at them, letting my tongue and teeth lave up and down on both sides, drawing even more of her liquor out of her inner self. I pushed my tongue into her opening as far as I could, stabbing repeatedly at it, wringing another short, sharp tremor from her, and as I felt her start to climb once again to the glorious peak, I redoubled my efforts on her tits and attacked her pussy voraciously. Her heels beat a tattoo on my upper back, and she took the roller coaster ride that I wanted her to, peaking at the very top and then exploding into a huge, soul-shattering, mind-numbing orgasm that made her entire body levitate up off the bed in a taut bow for long seconds, once, twice, three times in a row until she cried out and grabbed my hair with both small hands.

“N- . . .no . . . not . . don’t . . .please . . .stop . . . please- . . . “ she moaned, her tiny voice fading off as she stopped holding her breath, and her legs fell limp to my shoulders and then off the sides. I gradually released my pincer grip on her nipples, and caressed her breasts tenderly as I slowly withdrew my hands, trailing them down her ribcage and across her belly and hips. I pulled my face from her moist crotch, wiping my cheeks on her inner thighs. I put my hands on her knees as I pulled myself away from her.

My cock was an iron spear, jutting away from my belly with a growing bubble leaking from the tip. I knew that the slightest touch would probably set it off and that wouldn’t do. I consciously tried to come off the edge.

I let us both catch our breath. I wanted her fully focused when I took the next step. My cock throbbed, pulsing up and down a little with my heartbeat. It was pointing right at her. She looked at it, fearfully, but unable to look away. Like a bird staring at a cobra.

I leaned over and pulled her upright to stand in front of me. My cock was pressed firmly upright against my groin. I put my hands on her shoulders. Then pushed down.

She resisted at first. It’s ingrained, I suppose. Resist a little. Don’t be easy. Make him force you.

But in the end she dropped slowly to her knees. Face to face with, I was pretty sure, the first big, adult, erect penis she’d ever seen in her life. Her nose wasn’t two inches away from the big pink head. Her eyes crossed. I pressed down on it just where it jutted out of my crotch and the cock shaft angled down a little. Time seemed to freeze. It was fun just watching.

I inched forwards, just a bit, and the tip of my cock brushed across her lip. Left a smear. Shiny, slippery. The very tip of her pink tongue slipped out and licked across the unfamiliar moisture, then withdrew back in, like a startled turtle’s head.

I did it again, and this time I let the head rest on her bottom lip. I clenched and released, just to see what would happen. My cock was iron-hard, my balls pulsing, as if about to explode. The only point of contact between us was the V-crease at the underside of my frenulum, and her bottom lip. I clenched again, and released, and was both surprised and gratified to see a large dollop of translucent, milky semen burble from the hole of my urethra and lay like a big white bubble on the edge of her lip. Her lips parted, just a bit, but it was enough for the big blob to slip inwards and out of sight, and I saw her eyes close in concentration as she processed the new taste – salty, greasy, warm. I could feel her tongue sway back and forth behind her teeth as it played with its first taste of semen.

I put one hand on the back of her head, gently, but firmly. I pushed forwards, enough to let her know what was expected. “Open . . .” I whispered. She did, with a shudder than I could feel as it ran down her entire body.

Oh god. The warmth and wetness inside her mouth was both somewhat alarming, and extremely arousing. I’d never encountered the inside of woman’s mouth so warm. It was like an oven. She was so tiny that her teeth scraped across the top and bottom of my cock head as I slowly pushed in. I didn’t want to go too far. Not yet. Oh no, that would be the wrong way to introduce her to this. I pulled back and then went in again, very slowly, very easily. Her saliva bathed my shaft as I moved in and out at a very slow pace, letting her get used to it, letting her gradually learn to enjoy herself.

It was almost a shock to feel her suction. She actually SUCKED at it, closing her lips around the shaft just behind the ridge of the and SUCKED like a nursing kitten. Oh god. That felt good. I couldn’t help shuddering.

I moved my hand down her head, so it was more on the back of her neck than anywhere else. I think it felt more comforting there, because she sort of murmured and moaned at the same time and nodded, almost imperceptibly. I started moving in a little further with my thrusts. But it scraped.

“Open . . .farther. . .wide as you can. It’s good.” I whispered. I began to teach and encourage her. I pushed it in and out, still slowly, still not wanting to frighten her. I knew it was critical that she must WANT this, not be afraid of it.

“That feels so good. Just keep going . . .” I breathed, quietly, still massaging the back of her neck.

I let the feelings take me for a few moments. Not long. Perhaps only two, maybe three minutes at the most. My eyes were closed, I was just floating along, my cock immersed in the warm mouth of a young girl, her first time, I’d be willing to bet, my thighs bouncing against her soft breasts, over and over.

But I was too worked up to make this last that long. I’d already leaked one big blob of cum into her mouth, and was rapidly approaching a climactic release. I had to warn her.

“Honey, you’re so good. So perfect. It’s making me crazy, and in . . . ummmm . . . in just a minute . . I’m going to squirt a lot of juice. It won’t hurt you. Just do your best, ok? Don’t try to swallow it all at once . . .”

I heard a quiet ‘ummmm’ but couldn’t tell whether it was an “ok” or a “nooooooooooooooo”.

Didn’t matter. Too late to stop now. I felt the shudder start about six inches behind my nutsack, and then that glorious feeling of a soul-shattering orgasm took over. I put my other hand under her chin and pulled back most of the way, so that only about an inch or two of me stayed behind her lips. The first squirt made me rise up on my toes.

I fuckin’ HEARD it splash against the back of her mouth. “S-c-h-l-e-r-k”. She jumped. I moaned and then fired a second volley that I’m sure nearly drowned her.

“S—c—h—e—rrrrrrr—kkkkkk”

My eyes were closed in ecstasy so I really don’t know what she looked like at that moment, but I can completely imagine that her brow was furrowed in a mix of consternation and fear.

It was impossible to resist pushing deeper. I didn’t even consciously think about it. It was just the eons-old evolutionary need to plant that seed as far up a woman’s channel as possible. But this wasn’t a mature woman with a fully grown mouth. She went “gluck!” and choked and gagged as the end of my cock smacked right into her soft palate behind her tongue. The involuntary constriction of her neck felt SOOOO good though. Oh my god.

I pulled back right away and she snuffled and gasped. My balls were still firing blasts of batter into her, but I’d dropped most of my payload by now. I clenched and unclenched a couple of more times to pulse my seed right up into her brain, and finally came down off the orgasmic high, slowly.

I exhaled. “oh god . . . jeezusfuckchrist . . .” I gasped, nearly bent over double. My cock continued to shudder and pulse and dribble as every atom of semen in my body flowed out. Long seconds passed. She continued to suckle like a kitten on my softening member.

I finally straightened up and slowly pulled my cock from her mouth with a squelching sound, and let it flop down between my body and her face. I tilted her head up to me. I was smiling, but she was looking like, well, like a little kid with a mouthful of cum. Eyes wide, a little tear at one corner. Cheeks bulging. Nose flaring as she breathed.

“Open up, let’s see.”

She cautiously opened her mouth and I tipped her head back a little farther to stave off any outflow.

Jeezus. You could barely see her little tongue. It was a pink island in a creamy white sea. She exhaled and the smell of the cum wafted up to me.

“Very good. You did good. Don’t try to swallow it all at once, ok? You’ll choke.”

I closed her lower jaw, gently, and let my hand press tenderly against her neck in front.

The first gulp must have been the hardest. Foreign. Different than anything she’d ever swallowed, unless she was big on drinking seawater soup. It was so cool to feel her throat rise and fall as my cum flowed down to her belly.

I blinked and smiled at her again. “That’s perfect. Now the rest.”

She nodded with an almost imperceptible smile and then swallowed the rest of it down. What a little trooper. I hugged her to me and she let out a little sob and a wheeze and an almost-cough.

“That was fuckin’ incredible.” I smoothed her hair down with one hand. “You were perfect, sweetie.”

She swallowed one more time, visibly, loudly, and then looked up at me, and spoke for the first time since she’d barged in on me ten minutes or so earlier.

“Jesus Christ, Daddy, you cum a fuck-ton more than Uncle Mike or Buddy ever does!”