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Subject: {ASSM} Fondling Katie - Part 2 (m/g, preteen, exhib, mast, oral)
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Standard disclaimers apply - this is a work of fiction.  No children or zoo
animals wereharmed in its making.

   I'm Zack Mack.  If you like my stories, I'd love to hear from you at
zackmcnaught@hotmail.com.  I have a load of old stories at
www.asstr.org/~zack/ if you want to check out more of my work.

   Thanks for reading, now on with the show.



   Fondling Katie - Part 2 (m/g, preteen, exhib, mast, oral)

   Katie's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me.  She was slightly
unfocussed, I noticed, and had to blink a couple of times before she could
see me properly.  Ah, the power of youthful orgasms.  She gave me a big,
warm smile, and then looked down to where my hand still rested right at the
top of her inner thigh.  The sight caused her to giggle for some reason,
and she grabbed my arm in a hug, squeezing her thighs together, trapping my
hand and mashing my thumb against her sex.  That made her eyelids droop,
and she shivered and let out a low moan, which almost morphed into a growl.
She pushed my hand away and opened her eyes fully once more, giving me
another beaming smile.

   She wanted a hug and wormed her way closer to me, wiggling forward bit
by bit until the head of my penis, still trapped in my shorts, pushed
against her lower tummy.  She stopped with a look of confusion on her face,
and moved back slightly so she could glance down between us.  When she saw
the tent in my shorts her eyes snapped up to mine, ful of shock, which
became delght.

   "Is that your willy?"

   There hardly seemed any point in denying it, so I just nodded.  She
looked back down.

   "Can I see it?  I've never seen a grown-up's one before."

   "Sure," I replied, and rolled onto my back, pushing my shorts down and
letting it loose at last.  Katie got onto her knees at my waist, leaning
forward to peer at my erection.

   "Does it hurt?"

   I shook my head.

   "Can I touch it?"

   "Of course.  I touched your fanny."

   Katie smiled and reached a hand out.  She picked it up in her figertips,
in the way one might handle a stick of dynamite.  It flexed involuntarily,
and Katie dropped it with a gasp.

   "Is it ok?"

   "Yeah, it's fine.  It jumped because your fingers felt really good."

   The smile returned to her lips and she went back to studying me, a bit
more confident this time.  She grabbed my dick properly, wrapping her
fingers around the shaft and lifting it up.  I struggled as hard as I could
not to come at the feel of her touch, but her hot little hand was so
delightfully soft I really was up against it.

   "Mummy said boys' willies get hard when they want to do sex.  Do you
want to do sex with me?"

   I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

   "If you want to," I replied.

   Katie sat back on her bottom and spread her legs wide, pulling apart the
lips of her vulva and peering down at her reddened, glistening sex.

   "I don't think it'll fit in.  That's what happens when you do sex, isn't
it?"

   I nodded.

   "Yep, it goes in there.  Your vagina is really stretchy, though.  It
gets lots wider so my willy will fit in.  If it doesn't go in, there are
other things we can do."

   Katie looked up at me questioningly.

   "Like what?"

   "Well, you can use your hand on my willy like I did on your fanny.  Then
we can use our tongues on each other's bits."

   Katie scrunched her nose up at the idea of oral sex.

   "Hey," I continued, "don't knock it until you've tried it.  It feels
great."

   She still didn't look convinced, though.

   "Do you want me to use my hand on you?"

   "Yeah, that would be really nice sweetheart."

   "What do I have to do?"

   I grabbed my dick and gave it a few strokes, pulling and pushing the
foreskin back and forth over the head.

   "When I get the good feeling, some stuff is going to come out of the
end," I said as I showed her how to wank me.  Katie nodded her
understanding.

   "Mummy told me the stuff that make babies comes out."

   "That's right.  Try not to stop using your hand when it comes out.  It
won't hurt you.  Right," I said, lifting my hand clear, "your turn."

   Katie smiled and replaced my hand with hers.  Though her techniqe was
poor, the very fact that a little nine year old was wanking me off was
enough to send me over the edge pretty quickly.  I'd been worked up for
ages, and squirted plenty of quite watery cum all over my chest and
stomach. Only a little dribbled onto Katie's hand, and she wiped it off on
the bedsheets before lying down next to me, head on my shoulder.  I lay
there and milked the last few drops out of my dick, basking in the glow of
my relief.

   "That was fun," she said in a quiet little voice.  I was forced to
agree.

   Katie was with me for another night, and I hoped I might have another
chance to play with her.  The opportunity would come later that evening,
but first there was a visit to the zoo to enjoy.

   It was a hot day, hot enough that Katie could get away with a short
denim skirt and a little tank top.  What I didn't realise when we left the
house was that she had also gone without her knickers.  I found out on the
bus - we went to the back and sat on a couple of sets of seats which faced
each other, with Katie facing the back of the bus.  She was chattering away
normally, and every so often would shift her legs a little wider apart.  I
noticed after a while that they were well apart, and when I glanced down
realised that I could see her puffy, bald pussy lips.  Even more surprising
was the fact that she muct have been excited, because there, poking out
between the lips, was her little clit!  So much blood rushed straight to my
dick that I nearly fainted on the spot.  Katie just giggled delightfully
and snapped her legs shut.

   For the rest of the day, Katie acted like a right little whore, flashing
her privates all over the place, crouching down with her legs open.  Plenty
of men took a good long look, and a few women, too, one of whom caught my
eye and gave me a very warm smile.  She had a young girl with her,
presumably her daughter, who was a few years Katie's junior but was already
shaping up to be a little stunner.  I smiled back, and looked the girl up
and down greedily, making her mother blush.

   "That was fun," she said on the bus home.  It was beginning to be a bit
of a catchphrase for her.

   "I thought you would like all the animals," I responded.

   "No, silly," Katie said, stiffling a giggle and beckoning me closer with
a crooked finger.

   "Showing people my fanny!" she whispered in my ear.  "It's all itchy
now!"

   "Well," I whispered back, "I'll have to scratch it for you when we get
home!"

   She sat back and giggled very naughtily, squeezing her thighs together.
Little goosebumps appeared on her legs, a sight I found erotic and
endearing in equal measure, and she shivered slightly, presumably in
excitment.

   She held my hand and practically dragged me back to the appartment.  I
began to wonder what I had awakened in the girl, although really I had a
good idea - her hormones must have been kicking in early, and she was
taking out her sexual frustration on a handy guy, her uncle.  Not that I
was complaining, you understand.

   Inside the flat she dragged me over to the sofa and pushed me down,
jumping on top of me straight away, legs around my waist, and leaned in to
give me dozens of little kisses all over my face, before landing one, then
another on my lips, lingering longer each time.  While she was kissing me
her crotch moved of its own accord, rubbing her exposed sex into the front
of my jeans.  I thought the texture would have hurt her, but she was
seemingly too far gone to care.

   I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs and under her skirt until I
had one bottom cheek in each hand, and then started helping Katie with her
rhythm.  It obviously had quite an effect on her, as her mouth dropped away
from mine and her forehead fell onto my shoulder.  She was making these
cute little moaning noises with her mouth closed, and they were getting
louder and higher pitched.  Finally, with a little closed mouthed scream
she reached her orgasm, then fell against me, panting.  I could feel her
heart hammering in her chest as she leant against me.

   "Good?" I asked, and received a drowsy nod in return.

   I left Katie on the sofa, arms behind her head, dozing with her legs
apart and bald little sex on display.  I was loathe to leave her, but I
needed to clean up the mess I'd made in my pants.  I hopped in the shower,
enjoying the feeling of the warm water relxing my tense muscles, and
resisted the urge to have a wank.

   Katie was where I'd left her when I got back to the living room, though
one hand had magically migrated into her crotch.  I don't think she'd been
doing any more than feeling around, but the nail of her middle finger
glistened so I could guess where it had been.  Her little snatch was spread
wide by the position of her legs, and I fancied I could see a little
darkness at the entrance of her vagina, as though it were slightly open. 
How I longed to open it right up, but that wasn't going to happen any time
soon, I realised.

   I started making some dinner, and a few minutes later a very sleepy
looking Katie was at my side, leaning into me, hugging what she could get
her arms around.

   "I love you uncle Zack," she told me in a little sing-song voice.

   After dinner and a DVD, it was bath and bedtime for Katie.  I was hoping
to bathe her and enjoy her little body some more, but she seemed quite keen
to do it herself.  Afterwards, she skipped back into the living room with
slightly damp hair and not a stitch on, and grabbed my hand again, hauling
me to my feet.

   "Come on, silly, it's bedtime!"

   With that, she dragged me down the corridor to my bedroom.  Once inside
she stopped and turned round, pushing my shorts to the floor, and then
lifted up the corner of the sheet, indicating I should get in bed.  I lay
down on my back and immediately had Katie on top of me, kissing me in her
little girl way and grinding the head of my now incredibly hard erection
against her immature sex.  After a few minutes of this, when I felt certain
I was about to cover her bits in semen, she rolled off the side and grabbed
my dick with her hand.  A few strokes was all it took to get my cum flying
all over the place, much to Katie's delight.

   I left for a few moments to get cleaned up, and when I returned Katie
was lying thee, legs akimbo, idly plaing with herself.  She moved over when
I got into bed, and straight away I went to work on her clit.

   "Stop, uncle Zack, stop..." she said after a few moments.  I suddenly
became scared.  Had I gone too far or something?  Crossed a line I couldn't
even see?  Katie looked thoughtful.

   "You know before you said it's really nice to use your tongue on each
other?"

   I nodded, hoping that I was guessing correctly where this was going.

   "Well, I washed really, really well down there, and it's all clean.  Can
you show me what it's like?"

   I smiled at her and, without another word, went down on her.

   I started off simply licked around the area.  With her legs spread wide
there was a musky scent of excitement coming from her, nothing at all like
an adult woman's smell, so much more mellow than that.  I licked the
insides of her thighs, right up to the hollow between her leg and the lip
of her sex, repeating the tease on both sides.  I licked ever so gently up
each of her puffy lips, barely touching her skin, and holding down her hips
when she tried to mash herself onto my tongue.  Then, with great ceremony,
I pulled apart her lips with my thumbs.

   My god she was wet in there.  So wet, in fact, that it was pooling at
the entrance to her vagina, which looked shut tight.  I lapped my tongue in
the nectar and revelled in the sound of the gasp that came from further up
the bed.  Just for a moment her muscles twitched and her entrance opened a
tiny amount, before snapping shut again.  I tried the trick again, and was
rewarded with a longer look into her core this time.  I went to town,
stabbing my tongue at her entrance and sucking on her clit alternately, all
the while having to restrain Katie's hips as she writhed violently beneath
me.

   Her hole was permanently open after about a minute of this, and getting
wider open by the minute.  I didn't get a chance to find out how far I
could open her up, though, because with a great bucking of the hips that
even I coudn't control, Katie came.

   "Ow, ow, ow!" she said after a frantic ten seconds of grabbing my hair
and forcing my head hard between her legs, mashing her sex all over my
face. "Stop now, it hurts!"

   Reluctantly I pulled my head out of the way, and surveyed the scene on
my bed.  Katie was exhausted, panting, eyes closed.  Her body was a sweaty
mess, and the whole area around her sex and her lower tummy was darkened
with wetness, both form her and from my tongue.  Without caring what she
felt about it I grabbed my resurgent shaft and wanked off quickly, pellets
of my cum spattering her bald lips.

   End of part 2



   Like it?  Let me know at zackmcnaught@hotmail.com.  Visit my archive at
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