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Authors name: Hank Freeman
Story Title : 'Sitting for Kelli' Story 1780
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3 - I N T H E T V R O O M
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Down in the TV room I sat and concentrated, willing my dick
to soften. I did not dare try and relieve myself, though I
considered going to the bathroom and locking the door. The
feelings I was having were heavily conflicted; I was still
fighting that 50 / 50 battle between my adult, rational
resistance toward the idea of sex with such a young child,
and my feisty, horny desire to see and explore her naked
body. I sat there in the overstuffed easy chair, watching
an interview with Dudley Moore and fidgeting.
Again, she stole into the room unnoticed. This was the girl
that thumped and wrestled around the house with her
brother? She could really be quiet when she wanted to be.
"Hank?"
I almost jumped out of my chair - she had crept up to
within a few feet of me, just off to my left, totally
silent. "Ah! Oh, Jesus Kelli, you scared the hell out of
me..."
"Sorry. I just came down cause I don't want you to be mad
at me." I sensed that this was not totally true - she did
not have that sad look she had before. There was a strange
mischief in her eyes.
"I'm not mad. I told you that - I just did not think we
should keep talking about... sexual things."
"Why not?"
"What do you think your parents would say? I'm a grown man,
and you're very underage. If they thought..." I stopped
myself. She was asking me to talk, not to fuck. What was
I assuming here? This was a 14 year old girl, even though
she looked older.
Her face was a confused puzzle. She looked curious, unsure,
a little scared, a little sad. And a little excited.
I patted the chair next to me, on my right. "OK. Sit. If
you have questions, I'll answer them. But you absolutely
have to promise that this conversation will stay between
the two of us."
"I swear," she said, solemnly. She crossed in front of me
to the chair, and I thought I noticed something different
about the way she looked, but I could not place it. She sat
down, her face fairly glowing with the conspiratorial
quality of the moment. To her, we were like kids whispering
under a blanket.
"What did you want to ask me?"
"Well. It's just that.... you said you got.... you got..."
She was nervous again.
"Hard," I prompted.
"Yeah. You said you got hard because you saw me changing my
clothes in the glass door. That was a dirty trick, you
know." She smiled a little, like a kid playing a game. But
it was forced.
"I'm sorry," I said, seriously, and her smile vanished. "It
was a dirty trick. People have a right to privacy. I
should have turned my head."
"Oh. That's OK. But why would that make you get hard? I
mean, I'm just a kid."
I smiled and leaned forward a bit in my chair. She leaned
too, I suppose because she thought she was supposed to, and
I noticed then what that difference was in her appearance.
She'd taken off her bra. Through the low scoop in that
black dress I could see most of the curve of her right
breast, and even the edge of her nipple, which was pink and
perfect. I shifted in my chair, feeling my cock rise, and
tried to concentrate on my hands as I spoke.
"You have not looked in the mirror lately, have you? You're
no kid." It was true. She could pass for 19 easily.
"They still treat me like one. I can't go on dates, I can't
stay out late, I can't even watch R rated movies on HBO.
It's stupid."
"Well, your folks are used to thinking of you as a child.
I'm not. I can see you for what you are. A beautiful
young woman."
I looked up, but she had turned her face away, obviously
embarrassed. "But why? Why did looking at me." she drifted
off. After a moment of silence, she turned back to face me.
Her face was bright with nervous excitement. It was as if
she had hoped someone would notice her, and someone finally
had. And now she was not sure how to feel about it.
"Why?" I said. "Well, it is very simple, actually. When
a man sees a beautiful woman's body, part of his brain
automatically responds, sending signals to his..."
"Oh, I know that. I mean, I figured that out from what you
said before. But why me?"
"I told you. You have a lovely body, Kelli. When I peeked,
I got hard. It was not the first time either."
"Oh?" She looked surprised and a little pleased. "When
else?"
"When you fell down the stairs last time I was here and I
helped you with your knee."
"I remember. But I didn't take my clothes off then."
"No. But I saw your panties, and... well, that area. It
had a similar effect."
"Really." That mischievous look was back, and something in
her smile told me that she was pretty happy at the notion
of having so much control over an adult. She was realizing
the effect she could have, whenever she wanted to. "So, um,
are you hard now?" She was examining her fingernails
closely, trying to appear casual, as though the question
was purely conversational.
"No," I lied. In fact, I was about 40% hard, and rose to
about 50% at the question.
With one deft motion, and without any warning, she slipped
her shoulder straps down and the top of the dress slid down
to her waist. I think I gasped a little: there she was,
stripped to the waist. Her young breasts, bigger than a
handful on each side, stood pale and proud in the warm
light of the TV room. Her rosy pink nipples were perfect,
and had been pressed flat by the dress. They were not
erect, but her breathing, shallow and quick, told me she
was excited, or scared, or both. Her smile was quivering,
her gaze steady.
I wanted to touch her so badly. My dick had sprung stiff
and straight as a steel beam. Her titties looked so invit-
ing, and I could not tear my gaze away from those nipples.
"Kelli," I whispered. "This is really not a good idea..."
"But does it make you hard?" she asked, her voice strangely
gentle. "I mean, is this enough to do that, or do you need
to see my poochy too? My pussy, I mean."
My hands were shaking. For some reason, I glanced at the
clock - it was 9:30. Her parents would not be home until
midnight or 1:00am. I could not leave. I could not stay.
I wanted to see her little pussy more than I wanted to
take another breath. I wanted to run from the room. I did
not know what to do.
Some sort of instinct had taken over in Kelli. There was no
way she knew how I was feeling, and yet somehow she was
compelled into action. I heard her leave the chair, though
I was still staring stupidly at the clock, terrified that I
was about to come in my pants. She stood, walked into my
field of vision, blocking my view of the clock, and dropped
her dress to the floor. No panties either.
When I had glanced at her panties before I had seen little
hairs poking out from around the elastic. Now I could now
find them. She had a little swirl of pubic hair, like the
curl on a kewpie doll's head, high on her Venus mound, then
a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of her pussy
folds, just barely visible as she stood. Nothing more. Her
young thighs fit smoothly together as she stood, heels to-
gether, hands behind her back. I stared - what else could
I do? She was my every wet dream come true. It was like
she was waiting to be inspected, approved. Touched, maybe.
Maybe.
"What about now?" she said so quietly that I would not have
heard if my nervous system had not been running on
overdrive. "Are you hard now?"
"Yes," I croaked. I could not seem to move. My desire for
her crept into my muscles, my nerves. Even my eyelids began
to tingle. I began to realize that I was losing control.
"Can I see?" I looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly
open, her breath coming rapidly. Her skin had flushed. She
was scared, but she really wanted to see.
What could I do? I'm only human.
Without a word I leaned back in my chair, lowered my zipper
and drew my manhood from my pants. It stood absolutely
stiff, throbbing with my pulse. I could not believe I was
doing this. But there she was, and I could not stop myself.
"It's moving," she said, her voice a whisper. She bit her
lower lip, surely not realizing how sexy that looked, and
took a half step closer.
"With my heartbeat," I said, my voice much calmer than I
was. A little drop of precome oozed from the slit, and her
eyes opened wide.
"What's that?"
"Just another sign that you're turning me on, Kelli," I
said. The moment seemed to freeze then. She was staring at
my cock, mesmerized. My gaze darted from her face to her
tits to her pussy and back again, over and over. My dick
throbbed like a conductor's baton. Unconsciously, her index
finger traced a line along her hip, and I knew she was
getting turned on too, even if she did not know it.
After what seemed like hours, I said "you can touch it if
you want to." I could not believe I had said it. My mouth
was dry, and the back of my head started to itch.
She took another step, then reached forward awkwardly, her
fingers coming within a fraction of an inch of my cock.
"It's all right?" she asked, still whispering.
"No, it's not all right. But I don't mind."
Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real
recognition. We were doing something `naughty' - but she
wanted to. She took my cock in her hand, wrapping her
fingers around the shaft, and slid to her knees before me.
Her young breasts flattened against the insides of my
thighs. Her hand was warm and soft, and almost by instinct
she gently jacked the shaft, sliding my taut skin over the
firm muscle of my dick. Pre-come dribbled out and rolled
down over her thumb. She smiled, her eyes twinkling.
"Is this right? Something came out... Did I do that?" Her
enthusiasm and interest was so insanely sexy.
"That's fine - yes, you made that come out. It's.... uh...
pre-come fluid. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come
for real." I was close, so close, but trying to hold back.
She slowed her stokes to almost nothing. "What's that
mean?"
"White stuff will come out - a whole lot of it. It's called
semen."
"My mom had some stuff like that on her face when I saw
them doing it. Is that what will happen if I put it in my
mouth?" She almost giggled, then bit her lip again. She
was talking about sucking me off in the same tone she might
have used to discuss barbie dolls or the latest album from
her favorite pop singer. I felt like my brain was going to
melt.
"Yes, it sure will. Do you want to put it in your mouth?"
Please, oh please, my mind screamed. I no longer cared
about much of anything except her mouth and her pussy and
what they would feel like around my cock. Looking back I
can see I was shamelessly leading her on, but at the time I
was simply lost to the passion of the moment.
She nodded, opened her lips, and leaned forward.
For the rest of my life I will remember that moment. It
was a simple thing - my dick just slid into her mouth, and
I could feel her lips, her tongue, her teeth, the roof of
her mouth. She took it about a third of the way down, then
slid it back out and looked at the wet shaft. She knew
nothing about sucking a cock, of course, and had merely
taken me in and slid me back out. But it was perfect.
"Should I do it again?" she asked, grinning.
"Yes," I said, barely able to speak. "Leave it in, then bob
your head up and down. Lick and suck. Like a popsicle.
Just like a popsicle."
She must have eaten a lot of popsicles in her life, because
she took right to it once I gave her that analogy. She
sucked, actually sucked at the skin as she slid my cock
into and out of her mouth, like it was giving her a flavor,
which I suppose it was. She would lick up and down the
shaft, fervently, like she was catching the drips of a
melting treat, which I also suppose she was. She kept her
teeth away, as you do when you are eating a popsicle, to
keep from getting them too cold. She slurped and licked and
bobbed her head sucking my cock with energy and enthusiasm.
It was a perfect heaven.
I felt my come rising.
"It's c-coming, Kelli. Swallow as m-much as you can."
She lifted her mouth to say "OK," just as the first spurt
came, it leaped up and hit her in the chin. She giggled
like a kid playing with a kitten and quickly took my cock
back into her mouth and began sucking and swallowing. Her
eyes were looking up into mine, questioning... Is this OK,
Hank? Am I sucking it right? Her throat gulped with every
pulse of my cock as she, incredibly, swallowed every drop
of my come.
I felt as if the world had fallen away, and there was noth-
ing but she and I, suspended in that easy chair, my cock in
her sweet little mouth.
She kept my cock in her mouth as it shrank, then grew again
almost immediately. She was very excited about having felt
that. She drew her mouth away, smiling, with come glisten-
ing on her chin and chest.
"It got small again, then grew in my mouth, Hank!"
"Yes. After a man comes he usually shrinks back to normal
size for a while." I smiled to myself. "Usually it takes
15 minutes to a half an hour before it can get hard again."
My dick was stiff and pulsing as though I had not come at
all. I was amazed.
"But you got hard right away." She spoke with the admira-
tion a pet student saves for her favorite teacher. "That's
cause you're good at sex, isn't it?" She nodded to herself.
"Not really. I'm just normal. It's you that made the
difference. Seeing you, feeling you, it makes my body
respond so strongly that I got hard right away. That's
never happened to me before."
"Really?" She stood, looked down at herself, then looked at
my hard cock. "I did that?"
"Yes." I wanted to fuck her so badly that I had to think
very hard, to concentrate on jail cells and courtrooms, to
say "if you want to stop now we can, Kelli. You know this
is really bad, what we're doing. I could get into a lot of
trouble if anyone found out. I could go to jail."
"I don't want to stop," she said, seriously, but serious in
that childlike way that is almost funny. "And I won't tell
anyone. Maybe we should go to my room. We can lock the
door." She smiled, but there was a kind of lust in the
smile.
4 - S T A I R W A Y T O H E A V E N
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I was too far gone to think clearly now. I followed her up
the stairs, watching her cute little ass bouncing ever-so-
slightly as she ran up the steps. I thought back to the
time I had seen her and Jeff playing on these stairs, and
how different things were now. For some reason, this made
me even harder.
I also began to be concerned about Jeff. Here his sister
was running naked up the stairs, followed by Hank with his
dick sticking out of his pants. Before I had time to really
think through what I would do if he popped out of his door
we were in Kelli's room again, and she was closing her
curtains.
"We should lock the door," she said, and motioned behind
me. I realized that I was standing up against the closed
door, blocking access to the lock. What a strange feeling
I was scared, as though she was the experienced adult and
I was the virgin. My cock throbbed and fairly hummed with
excitement, but the rest of me was not so sure.
But then she sat down on her bed, smoothed out the wrinkled
sheets, and laid back, reclining against her pillow. The
sight of that tuft of pussy hair and those womanly breasts
made me give in. I reached behind me and flipped the lock.
Then I doffed my clothing as quick as I could and stepped
over to the bed.
She reached out and began to stroke my cock again, her
lying on her side on the bed, me standing next to the
pillows. "What do I do now?" she said. "Should I put you
in my mouth again?"
I reached down to stroke her pretty hair. "Just lie back
and spread your legs," I said, trying not to sound too
frantic. She smiled and complied, rolling onto her back and
spreading her legs wide apart.
I stepped to the foot of the bed and laid down on my stomach
my lower legs hanging in mid air. Her pussy was wide open to
me - so pink and wet and tiny. I stroked at her thighs with
my fingernails and she giggled. She kept giggling until my
fingers found the folds of her labia and began to stroke
them. Then she began to moan in a thin, high whisper.
I lowered my face to her little slit and began to lick and
suck her pussy lips. Her reaction was strongly frightened at
first, her eyes wild and her hands moving to cover her
breasts. But as my licks began to strum against her clit
more and more she eased, opened, and began to get into it.
Soon her hips were rocking slightly and her small hands were
rubbing her nipples, which were fully erect.
I began to tongue her seriously, and let my finger probe her
pussy gently, exploring the extent of her virginity. Her
moans dropped into a lower register as my finger dipped into
her hole. About knuckle deep I felt some thin tissue block-
ing my progress, and I knew I had hit her hymen. My dick
surged as my finger diddled her pussy, almost as though the
finger was telling the dick what it was in for.
She was very close to coming now, but I know how to prolong
an orgasm, and I kept her at a plateau for a good while. I
looked up at her face and chest as I pulled my face away
from her pussy and let my thumb and finger keep her hot for
a moment. She was never more lovely. Her angelic face was
bathed in the soft light of her desk lamp, her eyes were
closed and her lips were slightly parted. Her face was
framed by the soft curls of her hair, the ends of which were
slightly beaded with sweat. Her nipples were erect, so much
so that most of the pink aeriolas were now part of the
rising nipples. Her breasts had swelled to a full roundness,
and there were tiny, almost delicate beads of sweat on her
chest and shoulders.
I moved up and knelt between her thighs, my hard dick aching
now for her cunt. As I started to run the head of my cock
against her slit her eyes popped open and she bit her lower
lip.
"Oh! I'm scared, Hank," she whispered, grabbing my hand.
"I know. We don't have to if you don't want to," I said, but
at that moment I started rubbing her clit directly with my
cockhead. If she had said no, I would have stopped, but I
might have gone mad.
But she responded immediately to the direct stimulation of
her clit. "Uhh. Umm. No, I want to, I want to. Put it in.
But please don't hurt me." She was talking in a dreamy voice
now, on the verge of her first orgasm, her hands opening and
closing, her eyes rolling, her hips churning.
I pressed the head of my cock up against her hole and moved
my thumb back to her clit, stroking, stroking. The hole was
intensely tight, I had only fucked a virgin once before, but
Kelli was twice as tight as she had been. Or I was a lot
bigger now than when I was 17. Anyway, the head of my cock
popped in after a little coaxing, and though she shuddered a
little, she did not seem to feel great pain.
I began to slip the head in and out, no more than an inch
deep, while my thumb continued to do its magic. I began to
suck on her hard nipples, one then the other, as just the
head of my cock slid in and out of her pussy. She was
making a tiny little "uff" noise on every in stroke now, and
I began to gradually, very gradually increase the depth.
The feeling of her young cunt was indescribable. She was so
tight that once I had two inches in her, her pussy formed a
kind of suction. There was no room for any air to get in,
her pussy walls were wrapped so tight around my cockshaft,
and once the air was forced out I found it hard to withdraw
more than half of the length I had in. It was like her body
was sucking me in, drawing me into the hot, wet, tightness
of her vagina.
Presently I found my dickhead pressing on her hymen. It gave
slightly, but did not break.
"Kelli," I said, but she only moaned. "Kelli, this part will
hurt a bit. The first time you do this, it does, then it
never does again. Don't be afraid." My heart was racing, my
breath short and quick, but somehow I managed to sound
reassuring. "If you want to stop, say so, honey."
Her eyes opened, still dreamy, and she smiled a sort of
drunken smile. "Do it to me," she said, her voice 10 years
older than it had been before.
I began to rub her clit as fast as I could, and felt her
edging over the plateau. When I felt her thighs begin to
twitch and heard her breath drawn in sharply, I knew she was
coming, and I pressed past her hymen, breaking it with one
stroke.
The pain must have been intense - her face grimaced sharply,
but her orgasm quickly covered it with pleasure, as I hoped
it would. She sighed greatly, and I felt the flood of her
first come filling her pussy and lubricating everything. My
cock began to slide in and out like a well-oiled piston, her
tight pussy gripping it and sucking it. The sensation was
pure madness. I was fucking a goddess, my mind reeling,
almost passing out. She was whining now, a whine of
pleasure, matching the rhythm of my strokes, and I found
myself making a low,guttural noise as my come began to rise.
She was still coming, her pussy still pulsing and her hips
still shifting from side to side. I knew I was gong to come
any minute.
All at once I flipped us over so that she was astride me,
and I was laying on my back. I grabbed her hips and began
lifting her again and again until she got the idea and
started fucking herself on me. Finally, I sucked her left
nipple into my mouth, grabbed onto her ass, and pulled her
down, sinking deeply into her cunt as I came.
I felt as though my whole essence was pouring into her. I
came in five or six long, wonderful spasms. Then I put my
arms around her and pulled her into an embrace, my cock
still inside her. I felt her tears dropping on my neck as I
buried my face in her hair. Or perhaps they were my own.
We laid like that for some time, and she slept.
She awoke at around 11:00, just as I was thinking we'd
better get cleaned up in case her parents came home early.
Her mouth was at my ear as we embraced, so she whispered:
"Oh, Hank. I wish we could do it again right now."
"Your parents will be home soon."
"I know. And also I might get pregnant."
"No. I've had a vasectomy." She turned her head slightly,
as if to ask what that was. "I had a very minor operation
so I can't make babies."
I felt her cheek rise against mine as she smiled. "So we
can do it as much as we want?"
I began to think about possible futures. Kelli in various
beds. Or perhaps me in various jails. My dick in Kelli's
pussy. Or perhaps some sleazy convict's dick up my ass;
child molesters fair badly in prisons. Well, you takes yer
chances, as the man said.
"Yes, but we have to be careful. And it must always be our
secret." I tried to sound as definite as I could.
She sat up on me, my cock again inside her pussy, her tits
rising in a sigh. "Nobody will know, Hank. I swear to god.
I'll never tell anyone."
"OK, I trust you," I said, and I smiled.
She smiled back, and moved her hips just a little. My cock
began to grow within her. "Maybe we have a little time left"
she said, and I felt her cunt respond to my rising dick with
a warm squeeze.
I had to agree.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day
and age, it is just plain stupid to have unprotected
sex with strangers. This story is for entertainment
not to be imitated. You only have one body per life
time... Take good care of it... Kristen
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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