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Kids SEE the Darndest Things 5 (Mfff, pre-teen, exh)
by Schulzie (c) 1996
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"That was really cool," said Kara.
I turned to her and asked, "What? What was cool?"
"The way that white stuff shot out of your dick, like a squirt gun,"
she giggled.
"Yeah, you got some of it on me," Kristi said, looking at the drops of
my cum on her arm. She touched it with her fingertips and said, "It IS
sticky."
"He got some on me, too," Kara said. "How about you, Sissy?"
Sissy lifted her hand which was drenched with my creamy juice.
"Oooh, your whole hand is covered with it," squealed Kristi.
Kara asked, "You're not going to get pregnant are you, Sissy? I mean
with all of his stuff on your hand.
Sissy laughed. "It doesn't work like that, silly. It's got to go up
inside your vagina to make a baby."
"I've got so many questions about sex and stuff," Kristi said. "Can
you teach us about sex, Rick?"
"Yeah, can you, Rick?" Kara agreed. "Mom and Daddy never tell us
anything."
"Is there anything you can teach me, Rick?" asked Sissy, with a
devilish look on her face.
I suddenly felt like I had become the great guru of sex, these young
girls clamoring around me, wanting to learn about sex. What was I
going to do? I knew I was treading on dangerous ground here. Hell,
this could turn into quicksand real quick if anyone found out I was
messing around with underaged girls, even if they did initiate it. But
the idea of giving them some pointers about the noble subject of sex
intrigued me. Especially with the way Sissy just looked up at me and
batted her beautiful blue eyes at me.
"We want to do it, too, Rick," said Kara.
"Yeah!" said Kristi.
"You want to do what?" I asked the twins.
"We want to rub your dick and make it squirt, too," said Kara, "just
like Sissy did. Only it's not hard anymore."
The girls looked down at my flaccid cock. "Yeah, girls. Just like a
squirt gun runs out of water, my dick needs a little refilling." They
giggled. "It's going to take a little time, so why don't you just let
me think about it for awhile, okay? I really need to get dressed. I
feel a little silly standing here naked while you are all dressed."
"Would you like me to take my clothes off, Rick?" Sissy asked me, more
with her eyes than with her words.
God, did I want her to take her clothes off. I wanted to see her
gorgeous body again like I did the other day, only now I wanted to see
all of it, every inch. But I needed to think this thing through and
consider all the risks.
"Let me sleep on it...uh, that is...let me think about it, Sissy," I
told her, hoping to clear my mind and make a smart choice.
"We're only gonna be here a few more days, Rick," Sissy said, "Don't
think about it too long. Come on, girls, let's go downstairs and let
Rick get dressed." And off they went.
Jesus, just the other day I was thinking Sissy was just a scared young
virgin. But today, she was flirting with me like a brazen hussy. She
acted like she wanted to get laid, I thought. What am I going to do
about the twins? They're just ten years old, and they want to learn
about sex. Betty told me they were mature for their age, but not this
mature.
I needed to talk to someone. Someone closer to my own age, yet open-
minded enough to understand my problem without being judgmental and
damning me to hell for thinking what I was thinking. I know, I
thought, I'll call Molly.
Molly, my old fuck-buddy. Molly and I always called each other up when
either of us wanted or needed to get laid. We both knew it was nothing
more than a physical act between us, nothing serious, no strings
attached. We'd screw our asses off and call it a night without
worrying about the next day. I liked Molly for a lot of reasons. She
was damned good in bed for one thing. I knew of no one hotter than
Molly. She was one sexy woman. I also enjoyed her kinky side. I knew
she was bisexual. Once or twice, we had done a threesome; once with
me, her and another woman and once with her, me and another guy. She
was into a little bit of everything; mild bondage, a little s&m, a bit
of roleplaying. "Whatever floats your boat," as she said quite often.
But what I really appreciated about Molly was that she was a good
friend. I could tell her anything. Nothing would shock her, but more
importantly, her lips would be sealed. She wouldn't tell a soul. If I
told her I was thinking about fooling around with a young teenaged
girl and do who-knows-what to two ten years old, my secret would be
safe with her. Besides, I knew she had played around with a few
teenaged boys, initiating them into sex. So I knew she would
understand my dilemma.
I dialed her number on the upstairs phone.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi, Molly. This is Rick,"
"Oh, hi, sweetie. It's been a couple of months. How have you been?"
she said.
"Couldn't be better," I told her, "Well, that's not quite true. That's
why I called. I really need to talk to you. Are you free tonight?"
"For you, I'm always free. You want me to come over to your place or
do you want to come over to mine?" she asked, lustily.
"Actually, I was thinking we could meet at The Dockside, have a couple
of drinks, do dinner maybe..."
"Ooooh, dinner! This must be something big. You're buying, I hope."
"Yeah, dinner's on me. How about if we meet about 7? I just need to
make sure I have a willing babysitter."
"Babysitter? What the hell? Have you been keeping secrets from me?
Since when do you have kids?"
"I'll explain over dinner. It's been a strange week," I told her.
"I'll bet it has. If you need a babysitter, you HAVE had a strange
week. Okay, meet you at 7. Bye"
Then I made dinner reservations at The Dockside. I went downstairs to
see if Sissy would mind watching the girls tonight while I was out
with Molly.
When I told Sissy I had a dinner date, I couldn't tell from her
reaction whether she was amused or jealous, but she agreed to
"babysit" the girls.
Molly and I met that night at 7 as planned, we chatted for awhile,
then after we had had a few drinks, we got down to business.
"So, who are these kids you needed a babysitter for, Rick?"
I told her about how I agreed to watch my cousins for them while they
were away. I described the girls to Molly, carefully tiptoeing around
the more sexual escapades of the last few days - at least for the
first few minutes of the conversation. But then I mentioned how that
first night, I discovered that Sissy wore no underwear under her
cutoffs. Molly became quite interested when she heard that. Molly
ordered another round of drinks for us.
"You mean this fifteen year old girl was flashing her pussy at you?"
asked Molly.
I told her that at first I was sure it was all accidental, but now I
wasn't so sure.
"Why do you say that?" she wanted to know.
That's when I began to fill Molly in on all the details of the last
few days. I told her about Sissy's "accident" in the bathroom, about
how I teased Sissy with my naked hard-on out on the bluff, how the
twins had wrestled under the covers on top of my nude body, and
finally describing the handjob Sissy had given me this morning in
front of the twins.
"Sounds like you've got quite a hot little number staying with you,
Rick. And it seems like those twins are following right in their
sister's footsteps," Molly said.
"It sure does," I said, as I asked the bartender to bring us another
round.
We were quiet for a few minutes as we waited for the drinks, then
Molly hit me with the big question.
"So how badly do you want to fuck Sissy, Rick?"
I gulped. "When did I say I wanted to fuck her?" I asked, somewhat
defensively.
"You've admitted it to me, but you haven't admitted it to yourself,
have you, Rick?" Molly replied.
She was right. I had been thinking about fucking Sissy, probably from
the very beginning when she first stepped off the plane, most likely
when I first got a peek at her cute little pussy under her cutoffs,
quite possibly when I saw her naked body through that flimsy negligee
she was wearing that first night, most definitely after that wonderful
handjob she gave me this morning.
"I guess I haven't thought about much else the last couple of days," I
admitted.
"And what about the twins?" Molly wanted to know.
The twins were a different story. "They're a bit young, don't you
think? I mean, I wouldn't feel right taking their virginity from them,
but..." I paused, not being quite sure how to finish my sentence.
"But, what?' Molly asked, leaning closer, taking my hand in hers.
"They are very curious about sex, and...they do seem to want to do
whatever Sissy does..."
"So what are you going to do?" asked Molly, very seriously.
"You're wise to the ways of the world, Molly. What do YOU think I
should do?"
Molly laughed, as she gulped down half of her drink.
"Well, Rick, you know I've had my share of some young boys in my time.
It was always fun. I kind of enjoyed being their first,' you know."
"Are you telling me I should go back home and fuck the shit out of
Sissy and the twins?" I asked her.
"Let's have one more drink, Rick. Then I'll give you my opinion."
We had already downed several drinks and were feeling no pain. Feeling
loose from the liquor, I began telling Molly even more details about
the last few days, including how I teased Sissy out on the bluff by
letting her get a look at my erect dick and practically taunting her
to touch it. I may have been telling Molly more than I should have,
but I could see that my tales were getting her excited.
"You know what I would've done if it had been me out on the bluff with
you," Molly said. "I would've sucked your socks off right through your
cock!"
That comment stirred my cock up pretty fast. Molly's cocksucking
skills were superb, and the image of her in my mind, sucking me off on
the bluff was giving me a hard-on.
"Well? What's your opinion, Molly?" I asked her, anxious to know what
she thought.
"You wanna know what I think? Honestly?" Molly asked. "I think you
should take me back to the house with you, let me meet Sissy and the
twins, give me a chance to size them up. Then I'll be able to give you
my best opinion."
"You want to go now?" I asked.
"We better, or pretty soon, neither one of us will be able to drive."
All the way back to the house, Molly sat next to me in the car, her
hand on my crotch, rubbing my already stiff cock. "My goodness," she
commented, "you really are horny, aren't you? I may have to do
something about that."
When we got to the house, I introduced Molly to the girls. The twins
were their usual bubbly, cheerful selves. Sissy, on the other hand,
seemed a little reserved. At first, I thought there was a little
tension between the teenager and Molly, but Molly soon broke the ice
with her usual charm. We all talked for awhile, then the twins decided
to go to bed, leaving just Sissy, Molly and myself in the living room.
"Rick tells me you are a very mature young woman, Sissy," Molly told
her. For a minute, there was a nervous silence as Sissy looked at me,
as if she was wondering whether I had told Molly about this morning.
But again, Molly broke the tension. "Rick says your real name is
Clarissa. That's such a feminine name. I think you should use that
instead of Sissy."
"Do you?" asked Sissy, who seemed flattered at the suggestion, "I want
to use it again when I get to college, but as long as I'm living at
home with my parents and the twins, I'll always be Sissy'."
"I know how it is," Molly replied, "teenagers are always different
when they're away from the parents. Aren't you?"
"Well, uh, yeah...I am," Sissy answered, looking at me with a sly
smile on her face.
"Rick says you've been wonderful to have around the last couple of
days, and I agree that you're a very nice person, Clarissa," Molly
added.
"Thank you," said Sissy, blushing a little. "Gosh, I hate to be a
party pooper, but I'm getting sleepy. I'm going to bed. It was nice
meeting you, Molly. Will I see you again before I have to go back
home?"
"You might even see me in the morning, sweetie," Molly told her, with
a shit-eating grin on her face.
Sissy looked at Molly, then at me, and a slow little smile broke out
on her face. "Oh, I see, well, uh...see you then." Off to bed she
went.
As soon as Sissy was up the stairs and her door closed, Molly said,
"And as for you..." Then she dropped to her knees, unzipped me, pulled
my cock out and began sucking it, right there in the living room.
God, her mouth felt so good as she began sucking my dick. But I was
afraid one of the girls would make a surprise appearance at any moment
and get a little surprise of her own. "Let's go upstairs, Molly."
"I thought you'd never ask," Molly said.
Once we got behind my bedroom door, Molly went crazy, almost tearing
the clothes off of me. "Goddam, you've got me so horny," she said, as
my shirt and pants came off in record time. "Everything you've told me
about the last couple of days has gotten me so hot, I can't stand it."
She yanked my shorts down, and started pulling her own clothes off.
"You're right, Rick, Sissy is a hot, little chick and I think you
oughta fuck her." Molly shoved me back on the bed, and straddled me.
"Yes, I think you should fuck that young fox, just like I'm going to
fuck you right now!"
Molly rarely needed foreplay, she always seemed to be wet. She was
very wet tonight, as she reached between us, grabbed my erect cock,
and slid her hot pussy right down on it.
"Unnnhhh!" Molly grunted, as she slammed down hard on my dick, and
began humping me, her hips thrusting up and down on top of me. Molly
loved to fuck. She especially loved to be on top. She could get
herself off riding my cock faster than any woman I'd ever been with.
"Oohhh!" she moaned, as she rode my dick for all she was worth. With
each thrust downward on my hard shaft, she let out a moan or grunt,
trying to make herself come. As she did, she reached behind herself
with one hand and tickled my balls beneath her ass which drove me
crazy. With her other hand, she diddled her clit. She pleasured
herself to a fevered pitch until finally, she leaned forward, put her
hands on my shoulders, and started pumping her pussy harder on my
stiff cock until her orgasm hit her.
"Ohhhhh God!" Molly screamed, as her motions became frantic, "I'm
coming, Rick. Jesus!" Up and down, her pussy kept sliding on my dick.
"Don't come yet, Rick, I'm still coming...Oh, God!" Molly came long
and hard, riding my cock like I was a bucking bull at a rodeo. "Yes,
oh shit, yes, Rick!" she cried out, as her orgasm went on and on.
Finally, as her orgasm subsided, Molly began to work my dick harder
with her hot cunt. "Come for me, Rick. Fill me with your cum."
It didn't take me long to honor her request. I started to thrust up
into her warm, wet pussy as she pumped it on my rock-hard erection. In
a minute, I came, spraying my jism deep into her fuckhole, squirt
after squirt, feeling her pussy fill up with the white foam of my cum.
Finally, she collapsed on top of me, our hot, sweaty bodies rubbing up
against each other.
We lay together for awhile, she on top of me, our heavy breathing
beginning to return to normal. Molly whispered in my ear, "Rick, I
think your young house guest is playing with her little pussy."
I listened. In the next room, I thought I could hear the sound of the
bedsprings squeaking, and soft moans coming from Sissy. "Do you think
she heard us?" I asked Molly.
"How could she not?" Molly replied. "I was doing enough moaning for
the two of us. Besides, if we can hear her, you know she must have
heard us. We must have really turned her on if she's in there stroking
her clit."
In a little while, we heard no more noise from Sissy's room. I assumed
she had gotten herself off and went to sleep. It was exciting to think
that she had heard Molly and I fucking next door to her. And imagining
her laying in bed, rubbing her clit, making herself cum was a real
turn-on. Molly noticed how turned on I was when my rising cock made a
tent out of the sheet that covered us. Molly reached under the sheet
and began stroking my dick. "Ready to go again, stud?" asked Molly.
Just then, there was a knock on the door and in stepped Sissy, wearing
that same sheer nightgown she had worn before. When she saw us lying
there under the sheet, she said, "Oh, I'm sorry," and started to back
out of the room.
"That's alright, Sissy," Molly told her, "come on in."
Continued in part 6...