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Sandy's Story
By Limeade Hippo (address withheld)
***
Eight year old Sandy's life is not such a happy one, except for
Dan, her favorite babysitter. Told from Dan's point of view, this
is a tale of love, lust and life. (Mg, ped, 1st, mast, oral)
***
Author's Note: This is entirely a work of fiction; any
similarities to real life are purely coincidental.
***
Chapter One
I was babysitting for some friends, that's how it all started.
It was late, after eleven, and Sandy was supposedly fast asleep in
the guest room. I had the TV on with the sound very low just to
cover any noises I might make; I was sitting at the computer
watching a very naughty video I'd downloaded and teasing my erect
cock through my boxers. Unfortunately the TV also masked the
noises little Sandy made as she woke up and padded down the hall
to the living room. Luckily I saw her reflection in the patio door
and while it gave me quite a start it also gave me time to decide
what to do.
Sandy's story was not a happy one. The reason a 48 year old man
such as myself was babysitting a cute little eight year old like
Sandy at all was that her parents were 'yelling again', as she put
it. I didn't have the heart to tell her that her parents had each
told me they wanted a divorce but were staying together 'for the
kid'. Her home life was pretty ugly at the moment. But Sandy took
it all in stride and managed to somehow be a happy child, full of
wonder at the world.
She came up behind me at the computer desk and asked "What are you
watching?" Her long brown hair was slightly mussed from sleep and
she covered a yawn with one tiny hand.
"Well, I'm watching a girl dance, Sandy" I replied without taking
my eyes from the screen. I tried to keep my voice very natural
sounding, as if she'd asked what the weather was like outside. The
vid was one of my favorites, a coltish 14 year old doing a slow
and seductive striptease before lying on a couch and making
herself cum with a shiny chrome vibrator. She had just taken off
her top and was lightly brushing her nipples with her long nails.
"Why is she doing that?" Sandy wanted to know. "Well," I said,
"because it makes her feel good, I would imagine. See how her eyes
kind of close halfway, and her tongue is brushing her lower lip?
That's how you can tell she's enjoying herself." I was enjoying
myself as well even though, or perhaps because, Sandy was right
there, and the lightest touch of my hand on my boxer-covered pole
was enough to keep me hard as a rock. On hearing my reply Sandy
quite unselfconsciously lifted the T-shirt she was wearing and
looked down at her chest. Her other hand came up and she imitated
the movement she'd seen, brushing her nipples with her fingers.
And sometime since she'd gone to bed she's taken off her little
cotton panties...
The sight of this was electric; I would have sworn I was already
as hard as I could get but my cock jumped in my lap with a new
surge of blood and my breathing became deep and labored. Sandy
liked the way it felt, that was obvious from the look on her face.
She smiled up at me and exclaimed, "It does! It does feel good!" I
smiled back at her, thinking how lucky she was. "See?" I replied.
"Uncle Dan wouldn't steer you wrong, kiddo." Movement on the
monitor caught her eye and she looked back at the screen. The girl
there was now bottomless as well and was sensually dancing for the
unseen cameraman. We both looked on in silence for a while. Sandy
continued playing with her little nips. My hand was frozen in
place on my lap; Sandy hadn't noticed my hard-on yet and I wanted
to keep it that way for now and see how this would play out.
This was my second-favorite part of the video, the girl swaying to
an unheard beat, her hands gliding over her smooth young skin from
top to bottom, occasionally pinching her nipples or cupping her
moist cunt.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Sandy began lightly
swaying as well, trying to do what the bigger girl was doing. When
she saw the teen's hand on her mound Sandy's nose wrinkled in
distaste but she copied the move as well, sliding her hand down
her flat tummy to her hairless junction. "Uncle Dan? Does touching
yourself down there feel good too? Mommy says it's nasty and only
bad girls do that." Oho, I thought to myself, no wonder there's a
divorce looming for her parents. I told her, "Yes honey, it can
feel good if you do it right. Some people say it's bad but they
all do it anyway, everyone does it sometimes."
"Everyone? Even Mom and Dad? Even you Uncle Dan?" She'd stopped
swaying but her hands were still sliding over her precious young
body. I managed to croak out, "Yep, even me." I tried to keep
looking her right in the eyes, I swear I did but I couldn't help
it, my gaze followed her hands as they brushed across her hard
little nipples. "You see, sugar, even though everyone does this
same kind of stuff, it's different for everybody too. Some ladies
like other ladies, some men like other men..." She gave her
nipples a pinch and a surprised gasp came out of her, she pinched
them again and again.
"Some people like to watch sexy things, others don't. Some folks
think just certain parts of the body, like feet or hair or
boobies, are the best. Some people think only older people are
attractive..." Sandy's hand was slowly dropping down to her
hairless little cunny, trailing down her perfect tummy and I had
to stop talking, my brain didn't have any blood left in it, it was
all in my throbbing cock. Sandy called out softly, "Uncle Dan?"
and I jerked my eyes back up to hers. She was gazing quite
solemnly back at me. "Are you feeling good, Uncle Dan?"
"Yes, honey-lump, I am." She looked at the screen; the dance was
still going on. "Does looking at her dance make you feel good?"
she asked. I could only nod. "Does looking at me make you feel
good too?" Again I nodded. Sandy looked somehow satisfied. "I
could tell it did, your eyes started to look like that girls, all
sleepy-like, and you kept licking your lips, just like you said."
Wow, she was smart. "Uncle Dan?" "Yes darlin'?" "I'm getting kind
of tired, can I sit in your lap?"
There it was, my golden opportunity, all wrapped up with a big bow
and just handed to me. I couldn't believe my own ears as I said,
"Nope. You forget, little one, that it's past your bedtime. It's
back to bed for you and no arguments, okay?" Sandy stuck out that
kissable bottom lip in a pout but nodded her agreement. "You go on
ahead and I'll come tuck you in in just a minute." I had to get my
boner under control somehow before I stood up or there would be
even more questions. Sandy turned and scampered down the hall and
I breathed a huge sigh of relief and frustration. Wow. What had
just happened here? A little sex education, that's what, and I'd
better stop thinking what I thought I was thinking or there'd be
hell to pay...
Chapter Two
It was two busy weeks later and we were at the park. Part of what
made it busy for me was getting a new computer and finding no-
questions-asked storage for my old one. I never told Sandy not to
talk about what we'd done, it just didn't seem right to do that
somehow. Still, I wanted at least a little protection in case
questions were asked, by her parents or the police for example.
And erasing the vast amount of naughty files I'd accumulated over
the years was out of the question. Anyway, it was a beautiful
autumn day and I was relaxing on a park bench watching Sandy
jumping in and out of big piles of crisp, colorful leaves.
She finally got tired of that and ran over to me with a huge grin
on her face and plopped down next to me on the bench. I smiled
back at her. She was such a beautiful girl; big brown eyes and
long chestnut hair, fair skin and white, even teeth, but mostly
just her merry spirit shining through her like the sun through a
stained-glass window. "What's next, Uncle Dan?" she asked. "Can we
go get some ice cream, huh?" I chuckled and shook my head; just
then my cell phone chirped and I shushed her as I took the call.
It was Jeff, her dad. I tried to keep my face pleasant as I
listened to him but something must have given me away; when I hung
up Sandy was looking solemnly at me. "Well, kiddo," I said, "I
have good news and bad news." She turned away and said, "They're
fighting again, I bet." Her eyes got sad; I took her chin in my
hand and turned her to face me. "But the good news is you get to
sleep over again at my place."
She gave me a smile at that, but I could tell she was still upset.
"Tell you what, we can play Queen for a Day tonight, what do you
think?" That did the trick. "Queen for a Day? What's that? How do
you play? Do I get to be the Queen? You sure can't be the Queen,
you're a guy!" She was quickly coming back to her usual upbeat
self and kept peppering me with questions as we left the bench and
headed for my car.
I was in the kitchen making us homemade pizza for dinner; Her
Majesty was lying on the living room floor watching that mermaid
video for about the five-thousandth time. I heard her ask
something about sea shells, I had to ask her to repeat herself.
"Why does she wear those shells on her boobies Uncle Dan?" I
blushed, the only way I could watch that silly DVD anymore was to
imagine what was under those shells. "I don't know, sweetie, but I
think it's because she's just a kid. Little girls are supposed to
keep their boobies covered up." Oops. As soon as I said that, I
knew what would be coming next...
"But Uncle Dan, the other night you were watching a girl showing
her boobies on your computer. And you were looking at mine too."
She got me there. She had turned to look at me, trusting me to
have the answer. "Well hon, I guess what I should have said was
that little girls are supposed to keep their boobies covered up
when there's a chance just anybody could see them. I think it's
different in private, or if the girl has thought about it and
decides she wants to show them to you."
Sandy got a faraway look on her face as she thought about that,
then said "Okay," and turned back to the inane underwater antics.
Dinner was over, dishes were washed, games of Uno had been won and
lost and the Queen had not abused her royal power too much. It had
been a long day and we were both getting tired. We sat together on
the couch, not-really-watching some cartoon show. "Uncle Dan?" I
looked at her but she was still looking at the TV. "Yes, darlin'?"
"Why do you think it is that Mom and Dad keep fighting all the
time?" Yikes. Well, I knew she'd ask sooner or later.
I scooted over on the couch and put my arm around her. She was
still looking straight ahead, her little face serious. I sighed.
"That's not a simple question, sugar-face. There's lots of
reasons." She was still looking straight ahead. Okay. "I think
money is one. Your mom likes to spend more than she should, for
what your daddy makes. And your mom was raised pretty strict, she
thinks some of the things your dad does are kind of wild, like the
motorcycle and stuff. Mostly though I think it's just because they
don't fit together right anymore, and that's nobody's fault,
really." She was quiet, the TV ignored, deep in thought.
"Is it my fault, Uncle Dan?" she asked. She finally looked up at
me and her eyes were shining with unshed tears. I took her onto my
lap and gave her a big hug. "No, Sandy, none of it is your fault.
You're doing just fine; you're a joy to both your parents. If they
don't tell you that often enough, well, then they're not very
grown up grown-ups." She nodded and hugged me back, still holding
in those tears. I was having a rather pointed and one-sided
conversation with whatever-powers-that-be about why such sad
things have to happen to such an innocent girl when Sandy twisted
in my lap to look up at me. "Uncle Dan? Is it okay if I make
myself feel good?"
"Why of course it is, Sandy! You don't even need to ask!" I
suppose given the phrase she used to ask I should have expected
what came next. Still I was totally floored when she climbed out
of my lap and walked over to my computer desk, pulling her shirt
off over her head on the way. She turned to me, hands on her
nipples and asked, "Can we watch that girl again?"
WHAM! I felt like someone had hit me with a goofy-stick. "Huh?"
was my witty reply. Sandy was turning the computer on with one
hand and pinching her nipples with the other. "I've been making
myself feel good ever since we watched her that night, but it felt
better then and I want to feel as good as I can tonight. Can we
watch her again, please?"
"Um, she's not on my new computer, angel. But if you think about
it and you're really sure it's what you want I can show you some
other ways to feel really good." My god, I was really doing this.
I felt light-headed, my hands were suddenly sweaty, my mouth dry
as the desert. I'd been quote-normal-unquote once. Hell, I'd even
been married myself, but after the divorce and living single for a
few years I gradually found my age of attraction going lower and
lower. Four years ago I'd downloaded my first 'naughty girl' video
and from then on I was hooked on little girls.
I'd had time to go through all the doubts and depression, time to
really think about things, and finally to reconcile myself to a
permanently single, permanently sexless existence. I could admire
little girls from afar and yes, in my heart of hearts I wanted
them to be my willing partners in lust, but I was always in
control. I never imagined anything could or would really happen.
Ever. I had huge misgivings when Jeff and Donna had asked me to
sit for them, if I hadn't been such good friends with them both I
never would have considered it. It was the fact that it was really
Sandy that needed me; she was just such a joy that I couldn't say
no.
Chapter Three
"Sandy luv, I need you to listen to me and really pay attention,
okay?" She nodded, still tugging at one nipple and actually
unsnapping her jeans with the other. Oh boy. "Sandy, what you're
talking about doing, making yourself feel good that way, is sex.
And if anyone were to find out that I'd been doing anything sexual
with you, well good old Uncle Dan would probably have to go to
prison for the rest of his life. It's that serious."
Her hands stopped and she looked at me in shock, she mouthed the
words 'no way!' "Yes," I said, "Way. There are bad people out
there who like to hurt others, even little girls like you, so
we've made laws that protect children from bad adults. The problem
with those laws is that they don't care if it's something the
child wants or needs. They don't care if the people involved love
each other, or were just playing, or anything. So before I show
you anything else you need to think very hard about whether or not
you want to do this, and promise to keep it our secret, okay?"
Informed consent, I thought to myself, but she's only eight and oh
my god she's still taking her pants off...
"Uncle Dan?" Sandy finished pulling off her jeans and was standing
before me clad in only her tiny pink panties. Her hands went back
to gliding over her body. She stood straight and tall and looked
me right in the eye. "I'm eight, I know, but I'm not dumb. I
listen to the older kids all the time. Nancy, in my school, she's
three grades ahead of me but she's always talking about sex. I sit
right behind her on the bus and listen. I know about kissing and
frenching and, and..." Sandy looked down and blushed, "and
fucking, even."
She looked me in the eyes again. "I know where daddy keeps his
dirty magazines and I've looked at all of them." Her eyes dropped
to the floor again. "I wanna find out about this stuff, and I'm
kinda scared of doing it on my own, and you're my Uncle Dan,
you're always so nice to me and you smell so good and you're
strong and gentle..." I went to her, picked her up in my arms and
held her close to me, kissing the top of her head and rocking her
back and forth. "Sandy, you are an amazing person, you know that?"
She finally looked up at me from the cradle of my arms and that
was it, I knew I was lost.
Things were getting pretty heavy all of the sudden. To break the
mood a little I asked her, "All right, what is your command, Oh
Queen?" and set her down on the couch. Sandy held a finger up to
her cheek and playfully considered the question. "Oh loyal slave,
I command you to remove all your clothes." I blushed right down to
my toes, she sure was moving things right along! "Of course, your
highness, right away," I answered with a low bow. I think it took
me all of five seconds to strip down to the buff. Sandy just let
me stand there, looking interestedly at my body. Of course
I was looking at her as well and predictably my cock started
getting hard. "Does this please you, Oh Queen?" I asked. She
giggled and replied, "Well, you sure must like it!" I couldn't
deny it, having her eyes roaming my nakedness was a thrill I'd
been thinking about for weeks now. "Turn around, minion, let me
see your butt." Minion? Where did she learn that one? But I did as
she asked. "Now turn to the side." I did so, aware that my ever-
hardening prick would be jutting out. She kept me there for quite
a while, just looking at my penis getting longer and stiffer,
bobbing with my small movements.
"Uncle Dan, that one night?" Her eyes were still locked on my rod.
"Were you... was it like this then too?" I nodded, then said yes
since she was still staring. "Was it because you were watching
that video?" She finally looked up at me. "Yes, at first. Then you
lifted your shirt and... and I forgot all about the video." My
prick was fully hard now, maxed at its seven-and-a-half inches. It
was bobbing up and down with my voice and Sandy snuck another look
at it, and then asked me the hard one. "Why? Why did you forget
about the other girl?" I think she knew, she just wanted to hear
me say it. "Because, Sandy-luv, I think you are so much prettier,
so much sexier, so much more beautiful than she was."
It was here turn to blush. To cover her embarrassment she got back
to the reason we started all this in the first place. "Hey,
weren't you supposed to be teaching me stuff Uncle Dan?" I'd had
time to think so I returned her question with a question.
"Sure, I'll teach you whatever you want. But first I have to know
what kinds of things you've been, um, studying on your own. You
said you've been playing with your boobies since that night, what
other things have you been doing?" Her face and neck turned
scarlet and she looked away. "Just stuff." "What kind of stuff,
darlin?" She didn't answer right away, so I softly asked "Stuff
like in your dad's magazines?" Bingo. She looked me straight in
the eye and said "You said that it's not bad, that everybody does
it!" "That's right. I certainly play with my body to make myself
feel good, sooner or later everyone does." In Sandy's case much
sooner. "Tell you what, Oh My Queen, we could go in the bedroom, I
could show you much better there." Gulp. She sprang up from the
couch and grabbed me by the hand. "Okay, let's go!"
Chapter Four
Sandy ran ahead into the bedroom and took a running leap onto the
bed, landing on her back with a big grin. She jumped right up and
began bouncing up and down, waiting for slow old Uncle Dan to
catch up. I walked up to the bed and grabbed her out of mid-air
and blew a raspberry on her tummy. I tossed her gently back down
and climbed into bed with her. She giggled again and quickly
removed her panties. "All right, Oh Queen, since it's your day
we'll start with you. I don't know what your daddy has for
magazines but I bet you saw men and women together, am I right?" I
got an excited nod in response. "Did any of the pictures show the
man sucking the woman's boobies?" Another vigorous nod. "Well I'm
sure you'll like that so let's start there."
I lowered my head to her chest, keeping eye contact as long as
possible just to make sure, then gently took one of her little
nipples into my mouth and gave it a gentle suck and a lick with my
tongue. "Oh, wow..." Sandy breathed, and arched her back up a bit.
I sucked it again and gently nibbled her nub with my teeth. My
hand went to the other nip and I teased it as well, pulling as I
sucked and pinching as I nibbled. Sandy's breathing was getting
ragged. Her back arched more, as if she was trying to get her buds
even closer to the source of pleasure. I was glad I had a king-
sized bed, Sandy was lying right in the middle and I was at a
ninety degree angle to her on my stomach. I wanted free access to
her whole body, and I wanted to keep my own needs in the
background as long as I could. Even so, my cock was hard as steel,
pressing into the mattress underneath me. Your turn later, I told
it, and concentrated on sucking Sandy's nips as well as I could.
I could have spent hours just sucking and kissing her undeveloped
chest but I wanted to make her first experience with a man to be
as special as possible. I broke away and looked up at her; Sandy's
eyes were squeezed tight in pleasure. When it registered with her
brain that I had stopped she opened here eyes; I asked her if she
liked what I was doing. "Oh, yes Uncle Dan! Do it some more,
please!" I kept eye contact as I licked one nipple, and asked her
"Would you like to try something else too? Something better?" Her
eye lit up as she quickly agreed. I licked the other nipple, she
squirmed under me. Heaven.
"Did any of those pictures..." I trailed off, gave her another
lick and a naughty grin. "Did they what?" she asked. Her face and
neck were getting really pink and her nips were hard as my cock
felt. "Did any of them show a man... licking a lady someplace
else? Someplace lower maybe?" Sandy's eyes got huge; she must have
seen pictures of a woman getting head. "It feels even better, I
promise." I think Sandy thought I was crazy, she was feeling
plenty good right now. I felt sure that when she matured Sandy
would be one of those lucky women who can orgasm from nipple play
alone. She finally nodded at me so I slid around, still on my
stomach, until I was at her feet. My arms were long enough to keep
squeezing, stroking and pinching her little titties the whole
time.
"Spread your legs for me please, Oh Mighty Queen," I said. I was
getting horny out of my mind. For the first time Sandy looked a
little scared. "It's okay, Sandy, trust me." She nodded and opened
her legs a little. I stopped playing with her chest, gently took
her arms and placed her own hands there and said "You keep doing
that; I'll be a little busy, okay?" She nodded, still wide-eyed
and breathing heavily. This was going so well, she was really
getting into how good her body was feeling and trusting me to
guide her further. I spread her legs wide and ran my hands up her
legs, caressing her inner thighs, just grazing the magic vee.
I inched slowly closer, letting my hot breath tickle her smooth
young skin. My hands caressed up her sides, down to cup her
adorable little bottom, back to her inner thighs and out again. My
head was now mere inches from her puffy, hairless slit. Our eyes
were locked onto each others; she seemed mesmerized by what was
going on. I stuck my tongue out and waggled it, then just barely
licked the top of her pussy. She flinched as if she'd been
shocked. My hands held her legs open as I breathed hot wet breath
onto her sex; her vulva lips slowly peeled themselves apart and I
saw that she was indeed as wet as her scent had promised.
Sandy was still stroking and pinching her nipples and her eyes
never left mine. "Have you ever touched yourself here, Sandy?" She
licked her lips and whispered a yes. "Did you like it?" Her eyes
closed and she let out a little moan. "Did it make you feel good?
All hot and sticky and nice?" She had her head thrown back and was
really breathing hard now, her little hands were rubbing her nips
non-stop. She moaned again. I lowered my head and tasted her
virgin pussy for the first time. It had such a sweet musky flavor,
I wanted more and more. I licked her slowly with the flat of my
tongue from her wrinkled little anus to the top of her clit and
she tensed up and humped against my face, just once.
I thickened my tongue into a fat, soft club and worked it side to
side up to her tiny clit. Sandy's hands left her tit-buds for the
first time since we'd started and slapped onto the bed, gripping
the sheets tightly. She moaned louder this time and her head began
moving from side to side. I'm actually going to make her cum, I
thought. I was leaking pre-cum and humping the mattress, crazy
with desire from pleasuring this sexy little girl, my thoughts a
whirlwind of dark fantasies. Sandy's mons started banging into my
upper lip as she began to hump my face, getting closer and closer
to cumming and I pried my thoughts away from what I wanted and
back to pleasing her.
I reached up and lightly pinched her nipples yet again while I
sucked as much of her pussy into my mouth as I could, hard. My
tongue vibrated against her no-longer-so-little clit. Sandy drew
her knees back and grabbed them; she came up on her elbows and
practically screamed my name, then she threw her head back as
spasm after orgasmic spasm ran through her tiny body. I kept right
on sucking her cunt and tonguing her clit, her back arched into a
bow as she pressed herself tighter against my hungry mouth. I took
advantage of the position and grabbed roughly at her perfect
little ass cheeks, pressing her even closer into me. She was
grunting rhythmically and giving out sweet little moans as she
kept cumming and cumming. All at once she stiffened and then
relaxed back onto the mattress; finally after what seemed like
hours she opened her eyes to look at me. Her face was a study in
amazement and awe. "Dan? Uncle Dan?"
"You can just call me Dan, sweetie, I'm not really your uncle you
know, just a family friend." She nodded. "Dan, that was sooo good!
Was that fucking? Nancy from the bus says fucking is the best,
that's gotta be fucking, right?"
"No, luv, that was what we call oral sex. Eating out. Giving head.
Nancy ever talk about that?"
"Uh huh." She was quiet for a moment. "So fucking is better than
that?" "If you do it right, it sure is." "Wow..." She flopped onto
her back. I scooted over and held her and she just naturally
snuggled into me, pressing herself into my chest. "Wow," she
repeated. "Well that was sooo nice; I don't see how anything could
be better than that." She looked up at me with a sly grin. "I
still want to do fucking though, okay?" I kissed her on the
forehead and smiled at her. "We'll talk about that another day,
sweetie." I hugged her tighter and imagined.
Chapter Five
Things were going downhill fast for Sandy's parents. I tried not
to side with either one of them but it was hard. Of course it was
hardest of all on Sandy. When I'd go over to Jeff and Donna's she
was still mostly cheerful but there was a sadness there that
hadn't been there before. The only up side was that with the
increased fighting I played babysitter more and more often. And
when it was just the two of us Sandy was more her merry self.
We went to the movies, went shopping, fed the ducks in the park,
all the things her parents would normally be doing with her. I
always treated Sandy as an adult, being attentive to her likes and
dislikes and taking her seriously when she had something important
to say. Mostly we'd just spend time together during the day or
evening, but there were a few overnights as well...
"But Dan, I want to, really! You make me so mad sometimes!" Sandy
crossed her arms over her naked chest and pouted. This was the
only firm rule I had with her, I wasn't going to penetrate her and
that was that. We'd had two repeats of our first night together so
far and she loved it every time, but she'd gotten it into her head
that fucking was the best and she really wanted to try it. I told
her that with her body not fully grown yet it could hurt her lot,
maybe even permanently damage her but she had her mind set and it
was hard to say no to her. Boy was it ever hard...
Tonight I took a different tack. "You know, Sandy-luv, all this
time I've been making you feel good..." She scowled over at me,
still ticked off. "But so far we haven't shown you what guys
like." Her scowl changed to a thoughtful look, and then she got
it. "Oh, Dan! I'm sorry, I didn't think about you at all, did I?
I'm such a dummy!" I kissed the tip of her nose. "No hon, you're
not a dummy. Maybe a little greedy when it comes to me pleasing
you..." She gave me a shy smile and ducked her head. "I'd like to
make you feel good too, Uncle Dan. Will you teach me what you
like?" Those big brown eyes looking up at me...
"Well since you finally asked," I drawled. We were in the bedroom,
of course, and naked, also of course. Sandy was smack in the
center of the bed as usual and I was lying on my stomach. "Scoot
over a bit please, darlin'." She did so and I took the middle of
the bed, lying on my back with my hands behind my head. Sandy
crawled up and gave me a kiss on the nose, then took only her
second real look at my nude adult body. She reached over and gave
one of my nipples a light caress. "Does that feel good?" she
asked.
"Yes, but not as good as it does for you, I'm sure. My nipples
aren't as sensitive as yours, lucky girl." She pushed out her
lower lip a little in disappointment and kept running her hand
along my body, up and down. This was having the desired effect on
me and my prick started waking up. Sandy caught the movement out
of the corner of her eye and turned to look. "Wow, how do you do
that? It's like an elephant's trunk or something! Cool!" My penis
continued to uncurl and stretch; her watching me was indeed
turning me on. "It does that all by itself when I get sexually
excited, little one. Turned on or horny, as they say. That's how
you make me feel." I ran my hand down her back and over that
adorable little bottom. Sandy shivered in pleasure and my cock
jumped up another half-inch.
She looked at me shyly. "Can I touch it?" "I want you to, sweet
thing. Just one thing, you have to be careful with what's under
it." Sandy wormed her way down the bed and looked at my now erect
penis, her hot breath on it sending me up the wall. "You mean this
thing here?" she asked, pointing at my balls. "Yes," I told her.
"They like to get some attention too sometimes but the important
thing is that they can hurt a lot if you play too rough with
them."
She got that "Aha!" look on her face and said "That's what's so
funny on the TV sometimes, when a man gets hit down there!" I told
you she was smart. "Not so funny to the man it happens to, angel.
Let's leave them be for now. Would you like to touch my cock?" It
throbbed at her when I said this, knowing it was in for a treat.
Sandy looked at me and reached out a hand, grabbing my pole at the
base and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Like this?" she asked.
Her little hand was finally wrapped around me, I was as happy as a
man could get. "Yes," I groaned, "that's nice." Sandy got a look
in her eye that I'd never seen before, a look I'd get to know
quite well in the future. She flashed me a wicked little smile.
Staring deep into my eyes she brought her other hand up and
grabbed me with that one as well, just above her other hand. "Now
what?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. "Now slide your hands up and
down, that's called jacking me off. If you do it right you'll make
Uncle Dan cum." Hell, if she did it wrong I'd still cum, just
watching her was almost enough to make me blow my wad right there.
My cock throbbed strongly and she turned and looked at it as if
she couldn't believe it had just done that all on its own, but her
hands kept stroking me up and down, up and down. "Give it a nice
hard squeeze with both hands every now and then," I told her. "Hey
Dan, how come you don't have any hair down there? The guys in the
magazines, all of them did." She was still stroking my hard shaft,
and now she gave it a squeeze right at the bottom of her down
stroke. Oh god, just perfect. "Well, my darlin', I like to keep
things neat and clean, I've been shaving myself down there since
before you were born, even. Ow, careful hon. Slide your hands,
don't jerk them around."
She was inexperienced but still a quick study, she went back to a
gliding motion at once. The feel of her hands, her hot breath
tickling me, the sight of her beautiful eight year old body lying
next to me, and above all her willingness to please and the look
on her sweet face as she played with my cock all became too much.
"Better move your head back, luv, I'm gonna shoot my cum any
second!" She didn't move back but instead moved her face closer. I
throbbed in her hand once, twice and with a grunt I began shooting
my load.
Chapter Ten
Sandy's birthday had come and gone. It had been three weeks and
Sandy's parents hadn't asked me to sit for them once since then. I
was by now used to never knowing when they would call me or drop
Sandy off but three weeks was the longest we'd been apart for
months now. I called up Jeff at the end of the second week to see
if he wanted to go out on the town, usually a sure-fire tactic to
get information but he said he and Donna were busy.
It took me a while to pinpoint what bothered me about the call,
Jeff actually sounded happy for a change and it lead me to wonder
if they were finally patching things up. That would be great news
for them and good news for Sandy; not having her parents fight all
the time was bound to be a relief. The down-side was not being
able to see the girl I was in love with and her not being able to
see me; I knew that would be pretty hard on her and I couldn't
help but worry.
I hadn't forgotten about the walkie-talkie I'd given Sandy for her
birthday, I carried it everywhere with me, kept it on all day and
night and changed the batteries regularly. I guess I had gotten
used to it never going off because when it did, chirping its
signal while I was driving home from work, I almost ran off the
road. I pulled over and fumbled it out of my pocket. "Sandy? Is
that you pumpkin?" "Dan! Oh, Dan, I miss you so much!" Her sweet
voice was music to my ears. "How you doing, sugar? You okay?"
"Dan, can you come meet me at the park? Please? It's important." I
told her I'd be right there and sped off park-ward.
She was sitting at 'our bench', where we'd usually end our times
there together. I parked the car and hurried over to her. Sandy
saw me coming and ran to me; I scooped her up into a big hug and a
kiss. We walked back to the bench, holding hands, and sat down.
"What is it, darlin'? Anything I can do?" "Oh Dan, it's...
it's...," she began sniffling back tears, "it's awful!" Sandy
burst into tears and I picked her up into my lap and held her
tight, shushing her and stroking her and telling her it would all
be all right.
What had happened was fairly complex, but when have the lives of
us silly humans ever been simple? Jeff and Donna indeed seemed to
have had some sort of reconciliation. The name-calling and dish-
hurling was at an all time low. They had even talked about getting
some counseling. At the same time they began wondering about their
old friend Dan and why he never dated anymore. Why he was always
happy to watch Sandy for them.
Donna was the more concerned of the two while Jeff mostly chalked
it up to me being a pushover even though his suspicions had been
aroused; in the end the only thing they did was to find a more
normal babysitter, a 'seventeen year old monster', according to my
little princess anyway. But Sandy hadn't gotten to the worst part
yet. She had answered the phone several times when her new sitter
had been on the other line asking for her dad. Jeff would send her
out of the room while he talked, and tonight snoopy Sandy finally
picked up an extension and listened in; it appeared that her dad,
my old buddy Jeff, was having an affair with the girl. This would
certainly explain the new happy Jeff we'd both experienced. But
when Donna found out...
"Oh Sandy-honey, I'm so sorry!" I was stonkered, this was a lot to
take in all at once. But the most important thing to me was always
Sandy. "Don't worry, angel, we'll figure something out. But for
right now, does anyone know where you are? Did you tell your
parents you were going out?" "No. I was going to run away from
home, they're making me sick all the time with all that fake
lovey-dovey stuff, makes me want to barf! And all the time dad's
getting all kissy-face with that, that bitch!" Yikes! I'd never
seen Sandy so mad before! "Um, I'm sure she is one doll-face but
let's just think that, not say it out loud for now, okay?" Sandy
looked up at me and must have been tickled by how startled I
looked, she gave me a wry grin and said "Well, okay, but she
really is one!" I grinned back and said "I've never met the
monster, um, person but you could be right. Right now though, the
important thing is to get you back home before you're parents
start to freak, okay?"
Sandy wanted to stay and spend more time together; it was hard to
convince her to go when I wanted the same thing. I truly did miss
my little love but I was the adult and had to keep both of our
futures in mind. We decided that I'd drop her off a few blocks
from her place; she'd tell her parents that she'd just gone for a
walk before dinner. We were both kind of down on the ride back,
then I got an idea that set me chuckling. Sandy noticed and asked
what I was thinking but I told her she'd have to wait and see, I
really wanted to think it through before I got her hopes up with
some half-baked plan.
I told her to find out what her parents were up to on the coming
weekend and to let me know if they were staying in at all and that
I'd invite myself over to dinner. The thought of being able to see
me again, even if we had to act like casual friends cheered her up
and she was feeling a lot better when I dropped her off. She
promised to go straight home and to try to contact me later that
night.
I went home and thought long and hard about what I wanted. Best-
case scenario? Sandy and I living together, maybe even getting
married some day, when she was old enough and if she was still
interested in me by that time. I'd settle for being able to see
her on a regular basis like we'd been doing so far. Worst case
didn't bear thinking about, I'd heard what kinds of things they do
to child-lovers in prison. *Shudder* The idea I'd had would kill
two birds with one stone but I had no idea how things would end
up, that's what was keeping me cautious. The basic plan would go
like this... I'd go over for dinner. Afterwards Sandy would ask
her dad to take her to the store or something, just to get him out
of the house.
Then when Donna and I were alone I'd reveal why I wasn't dating
anymore, why I'd sit for them at the drop of a hat; that I'd
always had a massive crush on her and that only my deep friendship
for both her and Jeff had kept me silent this long. Meanwhile
Sandy would be putting the screws to her dad, making it obvious
she knew something was up between her and 'the monster', her new
babysitter. Hopefully this would cause Jeff to drop her like a hot
brick and I could step back into my old role as their primary
sitter. The only thing was I'd be lying to Donna, and causing Jeff
to lose his bit on side. That would be sure to get their fighting
going again, maybe even turn it up a few notches. It was evil, it
was bad karma but it was also the only thing I could come up with.
I mentally marked it as 'last resort' and went back to thinking.
Chapter Eleven
Sandy gave me the bad news later that night; her parents had plans
for the weekend. We talked for just a few short minutes and it
just wasn't enough. I was beating my brain trying to dream up a
way for us to spend some time together and coming up empty.
Fortunately Sandy turned out to be smarter than me. Her parents
were going to have 'the monster' baby-sit her again; Sandy somehow
convinced them that A) she'd been invited to spend the night at a
class-mates house, B) that they'd promised her she could weeks
before and C) that they had forgotten all about it! It meant some
fancy footwork but at last we were back at my place and in each
other's arms.
"Mmm, my sweet little princess! You kiss pretty darned good, you
been practicing on the boys at school?" We were slowly working our
way into the bedroom, stopping every few steps to hug, kiss and
snuggle. "No, silly," Sandy replied, "I practice on the girls!"
She giggled and I tickled her tummy, then picked her up and raced
into the bedroom. I tossed her on the bed and we both watched each
other strip as fast as we could. Sandy won, but only because she
wasn't wearing any panties, the cheater! Not that I minded in the
least.
"Hey, my love, got something to show you. Well, quite a lot really
but we'll start with this." From under the bed I brought up a new
laptop; I turned it on and brought up the file menu. "You said you
wanted to see that video again, right? Well I've got that and a
bunch more stuff to show you." I'd got the laptop and transferred
some of my best vids onto it, figuring that it would be easier to
dispose of if worst came to worst.
I'd never in my wildest fantasies dreamed I'd be watching sexy
videos with my nine year old lover, yet here we were and Sandy was
actually more turned on than I was! She kept pinching her nips and
fingering her sopping little slit, and she was insatiably curious
about what the people were doing on the monitor. I'd hand-picked
the best short vids I had and mixed in a few still pics as well.
We started with the one that had started it all, the fourteen year
old's solo strip and masturbation. When the girl finally slipped
that shiny chrome dildo into her cunt Sandy reached over and
grabbed my erect cock and gave it a hard squeeze. "Soon, right?"
she asked. "Maybe sooner than you think, angel." She looked up at
me, her eyes shiny with excitement before a moan from the girl
locked her gaze back on the screen. It was sweet torture for both
of us, torn between the lusty goings-on being played out for us
and the physical passion we both craved. Sandy watched girls of
all ages sucking, licking, teasing and fucking with men, boys and
even other girls. Those gave her a special thrill which I happily
noted for later.
There was one video of three girls all about her age laying in a
huge bed and making themselves cum with their fingers that was
just too much for her; Sandy had me turn the sound up louder and
start it over from the beginning. She lay back on a pile of
pillows and copied their movements, grunting with pleasure and
curling her little toes as she got closer and closer to her
orgasm. "Dan," she panted, eyes still riveted to the screen, "Is
that what I look like? Does my face get like that?" I leaned in
close and let my hot breath tickle her ear. "Sexy Sandy, you look
even hotter. I love watching you. Pretty soon we'll make our own
videos, you can watch me lick you, see yourself cumming on my
tongue, sliding your pussy up and down my hot cock..." My verbal
teasing, mixed with the sweet cries of the girls on the computer
finally sent her to the edge and she toppled over the crest into
her cum, shaking and bucking and moaning as I stroked her
receptive body and nuzzled the nape of her neck. She was salty
with sweat and tasted delicious; I knew just how her young pussy
would taste right now, just after a hard cum and the thought made
me groan into her neck. Sandy turned her head and kissed me,
sliding her pink little tongue deep into my mouth and that was it,
I put my plans on hold and whispered to her, "Suck me, please
baby. I need your mouth on me."
She moaned and spun around until her wet little cunt was facing me
and began licking my prick-head and jacking the shaft like a pro.
I ran my hand over her plump little butt, god she had a gorgeous
ass, I wanted to take her from behind and watch her firm cheeks
jiggle as I slammed into her. The combination of this lewd thought
and her hot mouth and the cries of ecstasy still coming from the
computer all quickly drove me to the heights of pleasure and I
came, shooting thick jets of cum into Sandy's mouth, spasm after
mind-blowing spasm until my cock actually ached. "Sandy, oh Sandy
what you do to me, you're the best ever, I love you so much baby."
She kept sucking me like a starving woman but her body rippled
with another mini-cum. I adored this female, I needed to be with
her all the time, I didn't care what it took but I would do my
best to give her joy for the rest of my life.
Chapter Twelve
We rested and took a quick shower, then had a bite to eat. Back in
the bedroom I put aside the laptop and brought my second surprise
out from the closet, a big cardboard box. Sandy opened it up and
squealed with glee. "Wow, it's just like the one in the video!"
Right on top was a vibrator, shiny chrome like the one we'd just
watched disappearing into a hairless young pussy. Sandy grabbed it
and started examining it, she quickly figured out how to turn it
on and its low humming filled the room. I was pulling other toys
out of the box; a cock ring for me, one of those vibrating eggs
with a cordless remote, some nipple clamps, lube...
The guy at the sex shop had goggled at the amount of hardware I
brought up to the counter but I just gave him a wink and told him
I had a big weekend planned. Sandy was holding the vibe up to her
nipple and from the look on her face she liked what it was doing
for her. "Now Sandy, listen to me for just a minute first before
you put that where I know you want to put it, okay?" Another cute
little pout from my sweetheart but she did as I asked. "See these?
These are what are called butt-plugs. Notice how they start out
small and get bigger? Well, I thought that we could start
stretching your teeny tiny itty bitty cute little virgin pussy
with these." Maybe even use them the way they were meant to be
used as well, I though with a nasty internal grin... "Once we get
up to this one," I held up the largest of the series, "then we'll
know you'll be comfortable taking me inside you. What do you
think?" Sandy grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on her
plump pussy lips, then brought the vibrator down and ran it over
her slit.
"I think you worry about me too much, Dan. I think maybe you
really want to fuck my ass." Gulp! "And I think that if you're not
going to fuck me then I'll have to do it myself!" And she poised
the vibrator at the entrance of her hungry cunt. "And if you think
I haven't already been practicing" and a half inch of buzzing
chrome sank into her, " think I've just been waiting around for
something that I want so much" and another inch slipped inside,
"then you don't know me very well, Uncle Dan!" And with a groan
she shoved two-thirds of the toy into her pussy as I sat there
dumbfounded. She started sliding the vibe in and out, going in a
little further each time. "Oh, god, that's even better than the
candle, mmm..." I had gone from limp noodle to steel beam in the
time it took Sandy to pump the sex toy twice into her pussy.
"Sandy, how long have you... When did you... Oh my god!"
She didn't say a word, just looked at me and kept the vibrator
sliding. I wasn't going to worry any more, Sandy obviously wanted
this and I'd been dreaming about it for so long... I slid her down
onto her back and positioned myself over her. She just kept
pumping the vibe but her eyes were burning into mine. I gently
grabbed the toy, pulled it free and moved her hands away and she
whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Then my cock was at the
entrance of her cunt, feeling the hairless lips part.
I lowered my hips and slowly pushed my rod in, moaning as the head
was engulfed in slick velvet heat. "Go, Danner, I can do this,
push it all in, give me all of you," Sandy whispered and I moaned
again and fed her another few inches. She was so tight, so hot, so
wet, gripping me like a vise. Sandy reached up and grabbed me
around my chest, I lowered my head and we kissed passionately. She
brought her hips up and I sank a little deeper into her, amazed
that she was able to take so much of my throbbing prick.
I slid my arms around her and gently rolled us over so she was on
top. I crushed her into my chest and flexed my hips up; Sandy was
whimpering and shaking, trailing little kisses along my neck and
shoulders. She started fucking herself back onto my cock, slow and
hard. I was smelling her hair, sucking her neck, running my hands
over her ass, my cock was throbbing like there was no tomorrow and
at every throb Sandy let out a little whine of pleasure. She was
only able to take about five inches but I wasn't complaining, the
feeling was incredible, indescribable. She started moving faster,
I was thumping her womb at every stroke and she started shaking
harder, her tiny nipples burning into my chest. Suddenly she
grabbed me tight, stopping with my hardness deep inside her. "Oh
Dan, oh god, oh my god, it's so good so good so good, oh I'm
cumming Uncle Dan, I'm cumming on your cock!" and I could feel her
tightness flutter around me, grip me, milking my prick, trying to
suck out my cum.
I was glad I'd already shot one load tonight, I wanted to cum but
I gritted my teeth and hung on, letting Sandy get her fill of the
sensations coursing through her. She was panting and moaning,
crushing me to her and I thrust my hips up again, giving her
another pump and it set off another string of orgasms in my little
lover. Sandy threw her head back and wailed, I kissed her throat
and pumped up again, she was going crazy around my cock and I was
loving every second of it, another pump and she went stiff all
over and screamed, then frantically shoved herself back to meet my
next thrust, cumming and sobbing and praising my cock, telling me
how good it felt, begging me to cum in her pussy. I couldn't stand
it anymore and I came, flooding her nine year old cunt with my hot
jism and pumping it back out again with every stroke. Sandy kept
right on cumming, banging her pussy back to meet my every
throbbing thrust, calling my name, kissing my chest. I love this
girl, I thought to myself, she wants so desperately to please me
and make me happy, she's so precious to me, "Sandy, baby, I love
you so much, so very much", I said, and right then I knew what I
had to do.
Sandy had at long last regained her senses. We were lying
together, listening to each other breathe, to each other's heart
beating. Sandy looked up at me and kissed me. "I love you, Dan."
"I love you too, sugar pie." I hesitated, then hugged her to me
and gave her another quick kiss. "Sandy? Sandy my love, will you
marry me?"
Chapter Thirteen
"Hi Dan! C'mon in, there's just time for a drink before dinner.
Donna, Sandy, Dan's here!"
It was a Friday night, I'd finally finagled a dinner invite and
was nervous as hell and doing pretty well, I thought, not to show
it. I greeted everyone and took a seat in the living room, drink
at hand, and talked with Jeff while Donna and Sandy went back into
the kitchen to put the finishing touches on the meal. "So Jeff!
How're they hangin'? Haven't seen you guys in a while. How's the
new girlfriend?" My timing was perfect.
Jeff had just taken a swallow and he sprayed beer out his nose as
he realized what I'd said. After he finished coughing he looked
daggers at me and said he had no idea what the hell I was talking
about and would I please keep my voice down! "Jeff, old buddy, cut
the crap. I drove by the other night, see if you wanted to hit the
bars. And there you were, the two of you, making out like
teenagers in your car. Who is she anyway? I didn't get a very good
look, you guys being busy and all." I smiled an evil smile. "I'm
sure Donna would be interested in finding out who she is too."
"What was that, Dan? And dinner's ready boys, come and get it."
Donna had come into the room but she didn't appear too interested
in hearing what we'd been talking about, she turned and led the
way to the table. Jeff grabbed my arm as we were getting up and
whispered, "Just wait until later, Dan, okay? I can explain." I
smiled again and we went in to eat.
Dinner was very good, I paid special attention since I knew Sandy
had helped cook. Meatloaf and mashed with a green salad but Donna
said Sandy had helped with everything and I made sure to praise
both the chefs. As the ladies went in to deal with the dishes I
said to Jeff, "Jeff old friend, I am about to make you and Donna
very happy people. And you are going to help me convince Donna,
and you're going to like it, understand?" He looked like he was
pissing razor blades but he nodded his agreement. The ladies came
back in and we all went into the living room to talk.
"You want to WHAT?!?!" Donna's shout must have been heard by the
neighbors; then again they must be used to it by now. "Easy Donna,
easy! Just what I said, I want to marry your daughter. Let me
explain!" I hurried on as Donna seemed to be gearing up for
another blast.
"You see Donna, Jeff; I'm all alone in the world. You both know I
was an only child, just like Sandy here. How ya doing, pumpkin?"
Sandy smiled at me while managing to look convincingly confused,
quite the little actress she was! I'd explained to Sandy what I
wanted to do and asked her what she thought of my plan and gotten
two enthusiastic thumbs up, she loved the idea. I went on, "Both
my parents are gone, no surviving relatives on either side. When I
die everything goes to the government, unless... Well, I've never
mentioned this to you before, guess it was just out of habit,
keeping things close to my chest and all, but right now I'm worth
a couple million dollars, at least."
I wished I'd brought a camera, Jeff and Donna's faces were
priceless when they heard that. All those years they could have
mooched off of me, wasted! "So, here what I've been thinking.
Sandy and I get hitched, I checked and it's legal in this state as
long as you both agree. As my wife Sandy gets half of everything,
since she's still a minor you get control. Following me so far? I
get a nice tax break for being married and the knowledge that I'm
helping out my two best friends, and when Sandy comes of age she
gets money for college and whatnot, and if I die unexpectedly
everything's all taken care of already, I can rest easy. What do
you think?"
It was easier than I thought, Donna hardly fought the hook at all
and I knew Jeff wasn't going to put up a fuss since I had the dirt
on him. I told them Sandy would of course still live at home, go
to school; life would go on as always, just more comfortably for
the three of them. I said I didn't even want an answer today, that
they should sleep on it and let me know later in the week. We
talked it over some more and then I called it a night and drove
home with a song in my heart. I knew they were going to go for it,
now if they were as greedy as I hoped then everything would soon
be right as rain.
After I'd popped the question that night Sandy had looked at me as
if I was insane. "Don't tease me, Dan. I'm not old enough to get
married." She started tearing up. "I will if you wait for me!
It'll be a long time I know but if you wait I promise I'll still
love you!" Tears were falling onto my chest; I wiped the tears
from her beautiful brown eyes and gave her another kiss and a hug.
"And I'll still love you too, princess. But I think I know a way.
Sandy, I'll have to look it up but I'm pretty sure that in this
state we can get married... if you're parents both agree." My
amazing little beauty didn't question, she didn't tell me I was
crazy, she just listened. I outlined the pack of lies, half-truths
and facts I would tell Donna and Jeff. "I'm not really a multi-
millionaire, kiddo, so don't get your hopes up, but I'm almost a
regular one if you count how much this house and land is worth. If
it takes money to get them to agree I'm pretty sure we're covered.
And once we do get hitched there's no way that I'll let you live
with anyone but me."
Sandy nodded vigorously in agreement. "You can still go to your
same school if you want, or you could go to the one out here, your
choice. And I'd never try to stop you from seeing your parents; we
can go whenever you want. I work from home and it's mostly just
watching my stocks and trading a few hours a day so we'd have lots
of time to spend together." I hesitated again. "Sandy, this is
important too. I know I'm your first love, I hope I won't be your
last. When you do grow up into a young woman, if you meet that
special guy... Well, just know that for me your happiness will
always come first and that's a promise." Now I was leaking from
the eyes. Pull it together, Dan! "What do you say, Sandy? I know
I'm no prize but I'll love you like nobody's business."
Sandy was very still. She closed her eyes and chewed on the inside
of the bottom lip the way she does when she's thinking. Finally
she looked at me. "Dan? I just have one question, really. I know
you love me, I do. But..." Now it was her turn to hesitate. "When
I grow up, am I still gonna be sexy to you? Do you just like
little girls? Will you love me when I get bigger?" I smiled my
widest smile. "Oh, sexy Sandy, I don't think you have to worry
about that at all." She smiled right back at me. "Don't forget,
pumpkin, that I was already married once. We're still friends, by
the way. It didn't work out partly because I was too much for her,
in the bedroom. But here," I slapped the bed, "I think you are too
much for me!" Sandy laughed, a glorious full laugh and threw her
arms around me. "Then yes, Uncle Dan, I'd be happy to marry you!"
Chapter Fourteen
It was a small civil ceremony, just us four, the judge and 'my'
lawyer. Not my regular lawyer, anyway, but one who'd been
recommended to me as willing to be vicious, thorough and okay with
anything as long as the check cleared. Sandy looked beautiful in a
simple white dress her parents had bought for the occasion. It was
Monday evening, just two days since that dinner at Jeff and
Donna's. Enough time for their greed to hit new heights, enough
time for me to get the documents I needed drawn up. Enough time
for me to worry myself half to death about this crazy scheme.
Sandy was an angel through it all. We'd talked on the walkie-
talkies every night and she always calmed me down and got me to
look on the bright side.
I'd spent a few minutes with the judge before Sandy and her
parents arrived, feeding him the same line I'd used on Jeff and
Donna. He was surprised to be marrying such an odd couple but he
was also unexpectedly touched that I'd come up with a thoughtful
way to help out my friends and their daughter. "Daniel my boy, so
many people wouldn't think of doing something so noble with their
money, I'm proud of you."
How could I tell him that all the money in the world was
meaningless to me without my lovely Sandy at my side? The lawyer
was there early too, I took a most careful look at all the papers
he'd drawn up and couldn't find anything amiss. I hoped that Jeff
and Donna were too greedy or thoughtless to bring a lawyer of
their own, but mostly I was counting on their trust of their old
buddy Dan to see me through.
"I now pronounce you man and wife." The judge did not say anything
about kissing the bride but Sandy always on the ball; she looked
up at me and said, "Kneel down, Uncle Dan." I got on one knee and
she leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek and a shy hug. She
whispered in my ear, "Your real kiss comes later." I hugged her
back and smiled. The lawyer came bustling up then and we all
signed papers until our wrists were sore.
This was the nerve-wracking part; if Jeff or Donna read these
things too closely... But they didn't. Sandy was always there to
run interference for me, bugging her parents about why no pictures
were taken or could we all go to Burger King later on? And then it
was over. I'd hired a limo for the occasion, I wanted to give
Sandy something special to remember, and we all piled into the
back. I made sure the partition was up, the driver knew where to
go, now came the hard part.
"Donna, Jeff, I don't know how to say this so I'll just come right
out and say it. I think you two need to get a divorce." Ye gods
and little fishies! What a racket! I waited until they ran out of
steam, Sandy coming over to nestle by my side. "Did you two really
look at those papers? No, of course not. Sandy made sure of that.
Thanks, pumpkin." She treated me to one of her beautiful smiles.
"Well, you've been had. Not on the money end, there's two hundred
thousand for each of you in your bank right now. That goes up to
three hundred thousand a piece if you do divorce. But," and I did
my best to look stern and frightening, "if either one of you does
anything, and I do mean anything to try to break up our marriage,
it's all gone."
Sandy climbed into my lap and I hugged her to me tight. "Or if you
go to the media. Or if you try to harm either Sandy or myself. Or
a long list of other things, better get your own lawyer so you'll
know what not to do." Donna was getting worked into a rage again,
but then Sandy came to my rescue. "Mom? Dad? I love Dan, I really
do. I'm in love with him, and he's in love with me. I'm happy."
Her expression turned somber. "But you're not. You guys fight all
the time. It hurts me to hear you. I want you each to find love
too, please?" The limo pulled to a stop.
"Okay you two, this is your place. Please, call a lawyer in the
morning," I said. "And Sandy will be living with me from now on,
it's what she wants." I thought about the one document I had
chickened out on; the shyster had drawn up an emancipation
agreement for me to slip in with the other papers. It would have
been easy in all the confusion and legal mumbo-jumbo. In the end
I'd decided against it. If Sandy wanted to divorce her parents
later on, fine. I wasn't going to start keeping things from her,
that's no way to treat the girl you love.
Donna and Jeff huffed and puffed a bit more, but at long last they
were gone and I had the driver take us out of there. We rode in
silence for a while, Sandy still on my lap. Finally she sighed and
turned to me. She looked up into my eyes with her impish smile.
"So, Dan, ever done it in a limo before?"
And we sped on into the night.
PART TWO
Chapter One
It had been five weeks since Sandy and I had moved into the new
house, and I was driving back from the store with provisions for a
night in. I'm Dan; 48 years old, medium height, medium weight,
graying brown hair and blue eyes. Sandy is nine years old, with a
gorgeous pixie face, long brown hair and beautiful deep brown
eyes. She's also legally my wife, and that's a long story. But
it's true. Thanks to her money-hungry parents giving us their
permission Sandy and I were married six months ago. Despite our
best efforts to keep things quiet rumors were starting to spread
about us, so we decided to move to another town. I really like the
new house. It's big, warm and private, surrounded by thick forest.
Sandy fell in love with it the first time we saw it.
I pulled up to the front and beeped the horn to let my love know I
was back, then parked and began unloading groceries. The front
door opened and I heard my girl shout "Hi Dan!" but she didn't
come outside. Hmm, curious. She usually helped unload. I shrugged
and brought in the first load. As I walked into the kitchen I got
a pleasant surprise; Sandy was at the counter pouring me a cup of
coffee. And all she was wearing was an apron! Her adorable,
kissable behind was in full view, her cute little chest covered,
her hair pulled back into a simple pony tail. She smiled her
wicked little smile at me. "Like it? I got the idea from that
anime show we watched the other night!"
Like it? I loved it! My horny little princess knew how much I
adored her bottom, this really accentuated it. I set the bags down
with a thud and started stalking her like a cat across the
kitchen, making comically loud panting noises. Sandy gave a little
"Eeek!" of surprise and ran out into the hallway and up to the
bedroom, her taut butt flexing with every step and adding to my
enjoyment. I ran after her but just to the foot of the stairs,
then yelled up to her that I had to finish with the groceries
first. Sandy stuck her head down into the stairwell and called me
a spoilsport. I was constantly amazed at her, her sense of play
and her enormous sex-drive really kept things exciting for us
both.
I'd known Sandy all her life, but I didn't really get to know her
until she was eight and her parents had me baby-sit for them. It
turned out that Sandy had always found me attractive; while I was
watching her I it turned out she was really watching me, looking
for an opening to seduce me. She caught me playing with myself one
night and while I didn't know it at the time that's what really
set our whole story in motion. She'd been hearing about sex from
the older kids at school, reading her dad's porn magazines and
deciding who would be the first man in her life. I'm just glad
she'd chosen me. I'd always had a thing for little girls, how cute
they looked, their blossoming bodies; and being able to teach a
special girl about love and sex had always been a dream of mine.
Sandy literally made my dream come true, we were very much in love
with each other.
Sandy came back downstairs and helped me put things away, a cute
but totally fake pout on her face because I wouldn't play before
finishing up with my task. Once we were done though... "All right,
you old poop, everything's put away. Now will you come upstairs?"
She giggled and twisted her pony tail in one hand while sliding
the other hand under the top of the apron and giving her sensitive
nipples a rub. "Gee, I don't know," I said, "all that shopping
really wore me out..." Sandy just turned her back to me and stuck
her butt out, giving it a little wiggle back and forth. That was
it, my cock started twitching and I walked over, picked her up and
hurried us up into the bedroom, accompanied by the sweet sound of
Sandy's giggles.
"Poor Uncle Husband Dan, he's sooo tired... Maybe I should help
you get undressed?" Sandy sat me at the edge of the bed and began
unbuttoning my shirt, gazing deep into my eyes. She slid the soft
fabric off my shoulders, then knelt down and took off my shoes and
socks. "Poor guy's probably ready for a nap, I bet," she said as
she unbuckled my belt and pulled it off. She slowly unsnapped my
jeans and even more slowly began to unzip them. "You'd better lie
down, mister. Lie down and just close your eyes." I flopped back
onto the bed and closed my eyes as requested. Sandy obviously had
something new in mind and I was sure I was going to like it. She
finally got me unzipped and whispered, "Lift your hips up for a
second." I did so and felt her tugging my jeans down around my
knees.
There was a pause and then she tugged them the rest of the way off
and I heard them thud to the floor as she tossed them aside. The
next thing I knew I was feeling an incredibly soft sensation
running up and down my thighs. Sandy had let her hair down and was
caressing my skin with it. The sensation was wild, so soft and
gentle yet incredibly erotic. The bed shifted as she climbed up
onto it and then I felt her hair cascading over my rigid cock,
swirling around and over it, tugging it gently back and forth. I
felt Sandy's hot breath on me and moaned in pleasure, then the bed
shifted again and I felt her climb over me. I could smell her
aroused cunt next to my face, she whispered "Keep your eyes
closed" and the sweet scent grew stronger as she pushed herself
back towards my face. I groaned into her pussy as I felt her tiny
tongue lash out at my throbbing prick. I reached up to grab her
waist and pull her onto my lips but she stopped and whispered "No,
Uncle Dan, you're too tired, remember? You just lie there. Just
keep still and let me do this."
Her teasing was driving me crazy with lust. With no visual input
all the sensations she was giving me were that much stronger; the
hot musk emanating from her crotch, the heat of her soft skin over
mine, the tentative licks of her soft tongue, the sounds of her
mouth and her little cries of pleasure. I was leaking precum like
a hose and throbbing almost nonstop. Being told not to move, to
not grind her sweet cunny onto my tongue, to not run my hands over
her pert little bottom, it was maddening! Sandy was raining soft
kisses and licks all along my swollen shaft while her hands were
cupping my balls and stroking my inner thighs.
Finally she gave a deep moan and arched her hips, pressing back
until her puffy pussy lips just grazed the tip of my nose. She
wiggled herself further back bit by bit until my nose was nestled
between her soft folds and then began stroking herself off on me.
Her mouth finally encircled the pulsing tip of my cock and she
began softly sucking the head and flicking it with her tongue. I
wasn't going to be able to stand much more of this, I wanted to
flick my tongue up to her clit, taste her tart juices. Sandy must
have read my mind, she freed my cock just long enough to whisper
"Lick me," and like a flash I buried my probing muscle into her
sweet snatch. She bent her head back down and started sucking me
harder, flicking me faster.
I found her clit, it always amazed me how big it was for such a
little girl, and I began to nip it with my teeth and strum it with
my tongue. Sandy groaned and wrapped her arms around my hips,
pulling herself down onto me and shoving my shaft further into her
willing mouth. I ran my hands over her ass, marveling at the
texture of her skin, then pulled her cheeks apart and brushed my
pinky over her puckered anus. She moaned around my cock and shoved
her cunt harder into my face, began jacking my shaft with one hand
and gently tugging at my balls with the other. The smell of her
was what finally sent me over the edge; I pulled her pussy tight
up to my face and flexed my hips up, shoving my bursting rod into
her hot mouth and jetting out my cum like a rocket. Sandy shoved
her hips back hard against me and my pinky slithered into her ass,
I sucked firmly on her clit and felt her girl-cum gush down over
my face.
We bucked and writhed in mutual pleasure for a timeless moment, I
could feel my cum dripping onto my crotch from her tiny mouth,
feel her cunny flutter and tug on my tongue, feel her stiff
nipples poking into my skin, and then we quieted and lay together,
basking in the afterglow. I finally opened my eyes as I felt Sandy
move, she came up to lie next to me and we kissed, tasting our
juices on each other's faces. "Wow, Sandy, that was so intense.
You always surprise me, that's one of the many, many things I love
about you." I gave her another kiss and we smiled happily at each
other. Sandy gave me a secretive grin and hugged me tight; I
wondered what my little angel had up her sleeve for the future?
Chapter Two
It was summer; long lazy days and warm passionate nights. Sandy
and I were discussing what to do about the upcoming school year, a
subject that actually interested her. I was in favor of home-
schooling even though I'd never done anything like that before; I
was as always nervous about being discovered and branded a
molester, or what was worse, having Sandy taken away from me. I
knew we were legally man and wife but old habits die hard and I
felt that caution would be best in most situations.
Sandy, however, wanted to go to the local school. At a few of our
trips to the public beach she'd met some kids her own age and had
begun making friends with some of them. She pointed out what the
kids in town thought of the other home schooled kids and I had to
agree; children can be pretty mean sometimes and I wanted nothing
like that for my precious pumpkin. I knew I was going to give in
to her eventually, I usually did, but it was fun to argue with
her.
Our lives were settling in to a good routine; morning sex almost
every day, showering together before breakfast, some personal time
for each of us while I managed my investments online and Sandy did
whatever she felt like that day, then lunch at home or at the
diner in town and later just spending time together, discovering
more about each other, growing closer. I was teaching Sandy how to
cook and she was getting really good, pretty soon we'd take turns
making dinner for each other. And sprinkled throughout the day
were times for making love.
I might surprise her while she was watching TV; more often she
brought a pleasant interruption to my dull stocks and bonds. We
were both highly sexed people and still delighted to succumb to
the other's temptation. Sandy has an innate sensuality that
constantly blows my mind. It was like she was born knowing how to
best please herself and others around her, luxuriating like a cat
into gentle stroking as well as appreciating the pleasures found
in roughness and passion. I considered myself the luckiest bastard
on Earth just knowing her and being her best friend.
One area where I was doing some home schooling was Sex And
Sensuality 101. And I was learning a thing or three as well. Sandy
was curious about everything and we spent hours discussing all the
way two or more consenting humans can get freaky with each other.
She wanted to know everything, and right now too. We spent a lot
of time online looking things up, visiting sites, reading
articles. She'd sit in my lap and she always knew when something
was getting me aroused; my dick would start poking her in the
bottom and she's turn her sexiest smile on me and say something
like, "Oh! So that's what you like, huh? You dirty old man!"
Happily we agreed on much, neither of us was into potty or pain
although Sandy did get a big charge out of some of the bondage
sites we visited. Not too long after one such night Sandy biked
into town herself and came back with some very soft, thin satin
ropes, the kind used to tie back curtains. She showed them to me
after dinner that night. "Well, what do you think?" Her gaze was a
bit apprehensive but she needn't have worried, I'd experimented
with almost everything in the past and was only too happy to
please my darling. I gave her an evil grin. "I think we'll leave
the dishes for tonight, right now you scoot upstairs and take a
long hot shower. I'll meet you in the bedroom when you're done."
Sandy knocked on the bedroom door and slowly pushed it open. I had
replaced the normal bulbs in all the lights with low wattage
colored bulbs, swathing the room in soft reds and yellows. The
bedside stereo was playing some soft trance music and incense
floated through the dim air. Sandy gasped in wonder at the
transformation; it made our room looked like something out of The
Arabian Nights. I was standing at the foot of the bed, arms
crossed over my chest and a stern look on my face. "You're late,
slave," I said and motioned for her to get on the bed. Her eyes
widened in surprise, she quickly lowered her chin to her chest and
said "I'm sorry, Master!" and hurried onto the king-sized
mattress.
She lay on her back with her arms and legs spread wide and I
stalked over and scowled down at her. "You had better have cleaned
yourself everywhere, slave girl," I rasped. Sandy looked
frightened but I carried on, pulling the ropes up from the floor
and arranging them next to her arms and legs. I started with her
left foot, binding it firmly yet gently and testing the knots,
then moved on to her right foot. When that was also secured I
stood between her legs and pulled off my shorts, leaving me naked
with my engorged cock bobbing obscenely in the air. I moved to tie
her left hand and Sandy whimpered softly but I gave no sign I'd
heard her. "Grip this tightly and don't let go," I told her as I
pressed the satin rope into her palm. She gripped it so hard her
knuckles were white and I nodded my satisfaction and moved to her
right side.
Soon her last remaining freedom was surrendered and she was bound
securely. I finally looked at her face, her eyes were questioning
but she didn't speak. It was hard but I kept my scowl in place as
I walked out of the room and shut the door. I heard her whisper,
"Dan?" as I went down the hall. I walked normally down the stairs
and then crept very quietly back up. I moved stealthily to the
bedroom door, Sandy was quiet inside. I waited one minute, two,
three... I silently opened the door and peeked in.
Sandy hadn't heard my return, her eyes were closed and her
breathing slow and deep. I opened the door all the way and stepped
through. Sandy's head whipped around to see and I gave her a truly
lecherous smile and said "My, my! What have we here? Such a sweet
little morsel, I think I'll eat her up!" She gasped as I climbed
up between her legs and lowered my head to her wide-spread pussy.
It was no surprise that she was already wet, the long hot shower
and the anticipation had mixed with the fear and fantasy and had
swirled up many a truly erotic scenario in her fevered
imagination.
Sandy was moaning in pleasure and squirming her hips from side to
side as I tongue-fucked her tiny cunt. Her arms pulled at the
ropes but they didn't give an inch, I knew she wanted to grab my
head and force it down onto her pulsing clit. I pulled my tongue
free and began slowly licking the insides of her thighs, just
barely grazing her pouting lips until she finally wailed "Stop
teasing me Dan, please! Make me cum! I want to cum so bad!" I
raised my head up and replied "But Sandy my darling, the teasing
has just begun!"
I kept her on the brink of orgasm for nearly an hour. I rubbed her
nipples with my cock, then held it just out of reach of her eager
mouth. I slid my prick up and down her cunny and then spanked her
clit with it, making her shake with excitement. Occasionally I'd
stop everything and just sit there watching her as she begged me
to touch her somewhere, anywhere. Her cunt lips got huge and red,
swollen with blood, her pussy pouring out fluid until she was
lying in a pool of her own nectar. I used her favorite toy, the
shiny chrome vibrator, on her nipples, neck and the backs of her
knees, bringing it close to her entrance but never giving in to
her pleas for release.
She was breathing like a steam engine and trembling like a leaf
after forty five minutes of this and I decided it was time for the
final work-up. I got up off the bed and she immediately pleaded
for me not to go, not to leave her so close to cumming, but she
needn't have worried. I reached under the bed and got the nipple
clamps I'd hidden there earlier. I applied them to her erect nubs
and she mewled with erotic tension. I knelt between her legs and
once again began teasing licks to her inner thighs. Sandy must
have sensed that this was almost it; she began telling me just
what to do next.
"Oh, god, Dan! Lick me harder! Stick your big hot tongue into my
little cunt! Fuck me with your tongue, Dan! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me!" Her head was whipping from side to side, her back arching as
she tried in vain to maneuver her pussy closer to my oral digit. I
gave her clit one tiny lick and sat up, gripping her firm ass
cheeks and sliding myself closer to her waiting hole. "Oh Dan!
Fuck me, fuck me with your hard cock! Make me cum, please make me
cum, I need to cum so bad, fuck me Dan," Sandy sobbed. I slid my
rock hard cock up and down her slick cunt a few times and finally
pulled back to her fluttering entrance. "Are you ready, Sandy?" I
asked.
"God, I've been ready for hours, just give me your cock, I need
your cock in me, please Dan! Just fuck me, stick it in me oh god I
need you in me so bad!" I paused another moment just to look, I
loved how huge my prick looked against her tiny pussy, and then I
gave a slow push. Sandy went wild, thrashing back and forth as far
as the ropes would allow, I pushed another inch in and she started
cumming on me, shaking and babbling, "Oh yes! That's it, give me
more, I need more cock, oh Dan I'm cumming so good! Oh, my god, I
love it, love your cock your beautiful pecker shove it in me, cum
in me, fill me up my lover, my god, my pussy feels sooo good I'm
cumming so hard, cumming, cumming, cumming!"
Her dirty talking had me going crazy, hearing my sweet princess
urging me to fuck her nearly drove me berserk and I pushed
savagely into her, burying half my rod in at one stroke, Sandy
loved it and screamed in ecstasy, her orgasm going on and on as I
pumped my load into her tight young pussy, flooding it again and
again, throbbing against her walls, driving her cum to higher and
higher levels of bliss. I finally finished shooting but Sandy was
still going strong; I reached up and quickly yanked the clamps off
her nipples. She wailed and gripped the ropes, her arm muscles
cording, toes curling, her whole body rising up off the bed as
another orgasmic wave crashed over her body. I pulled my cock out
of her pussy and slapped it hard against her clit and she came yet
again, this was beginning to scare me a little! I'd tied her with
quick-release knots; I yanked her legs free and she curled into a
fetal position, pressing her thighs together tightly and rocking
her clit as she came again and again, my god I'd created a
monster! I released her arms and she finally seemed to slow down,
shuddering slightly as I stroked her back and looked worriedly
down at her.
Her breathing returned to normal but she stayed curled up, her
eyes tightly closed. Every minute or so another shudder would work
its way through her. "Sandy? Sandy, baby, I'm sorry, did I hurt
you? Was it too much?" She finally looked up at me, her face a mix
of fear and awe. "Wow. I mean wow. Dan, that was..." I picked her
up and held her in my lap, stroking her hair gently. Sandy
struggled to find the words she needed. "I was afraid at first,
but after you left I thought about it, I knew I could trust you
and everything. Then when you wouldn't let me cum, it just kept
getting better, the feeling kept getting bigger, and then..." She
looked up at me. "I can't tell if I want to never do that again or
do it every time! I couldn't stop, I just... couldn't stop
cumming! What was that?" I hugged her close and told her that
there was nothing wrong with her, that everything would be all
right.
Chapter Three
What it was of course was Sandy being Sandy; it was no big
surprise to me that she turned out to be multi-orgasmic. Really
multi-orgasmic! But Sandy worried. Her repressed mother had
promoted the thought that sex was bad and dirty, her father was a
first-class poon-hound if there ever was one, and the kids at her
old school believed both that sex was nasty and also that it was
some golden prize you could perform to prove you were a grown-up.
It was no wonder Sandy was a little messed up on the subject.
Mostly she worried that she was turning into 'a nympho slut' as
she put it. The same thing had happened the night I took her out
to celebrate her ninth birthday; I guess what I said at the time
didn't really take. We talked about it a lot in the days that
followed, I suggested some reading for her and we watched some
videos of strongly orgasmic females and she finally seemed to feel
more normal about herself. I hoped one day she'd realize how lucky
she was! In the meantime Sandy turned out to have some rope burns
on her wrists and ankles; I apologized over and over and kept her
well cared for while they healed.
Summer was starting to wind down, the days were getting shorter.
Sandy wanted one last day at the beach. Don't get me wrong, I love
seeing my tiny wife splashing around in her cute swimsuit, I love
eyeing the other little girls there too and dreaming my own
private dreams. But there were still faint shadows of rope-marks
on her and old Mr. Cautious was being his stick-in-the-mud self.
Sandy kept pleading with me and finally on an absolute knock-out
of a day I surrendered and packed us a picnic lunch. In public I
was Sandy's uncle, if anyone asked I had custody of her while her
parents straightened out a very messy divorce. So far everyone
accepted our story and I was beginning to relax when we went out
together. We hit the beach just as the heat of the day was
reaching its peak, the water looked especially cool and inviting
and Sandy charged right on in, leaving Uncle Dan to set up camp. I
finally finished and waded out myself; Sandy waved to me from a
group of girls playing together in the shallows.
I swam out to the float, rested a bit and then swam a few laps
between the float and the point. That was enough to cool me down
and loosen my muscles up; I headed for shore and lay face down on
a chaise, feeling the sun soak into my bones. I heard Sandy
approach, talking with another girl; they stopped and sat on the
other lounger. "Dan, this is Megan. Megan, this is my uncle Dan."
I looked up and smiled at Sandy's new friend. I was suddenly glad
I was lying face down, Megan was beautiful. Long blonde hair,
sparkling blue eyes and a killer smile. She was wearing a rainbow
colored bikini, they must have just come in from the water as it
was clinging to her petite body in all the right places. I finally
got my brain working again and said "Hello, Megan, pleased to meet
you." They chatted with me for a bit, it turned out Megan was also
nine and would be in Sandy's grade when school started in the
fall. Sandy asked Megan to get them some soda from the cooler
behind us. I watched Sandy as Megan bent over the cooler, I didn't
want my girl to bust me checking out some new girl's ass but Sandy
was staring at me! She called to Megan to get the ones from the
bottom since they'd be colder and gestured towards Megan with her
chin; I finally got it, Sandy wanted me to look! I snuck a quick
peek and smiled a special smile at my love and nodded my head
vigorously. Sandy smiled back and while I knew what she was
thinking I had no idea how she was going to pull it off.
Driving home that evening Sandy asked me, "Well? What did you
think?" "Of the day, you mean? It was perfect!"
"No, you big goof, of Megan! I think she's hot! I wanna fool
around with her," Sandy said with a wicked sparkle in her eyes.
"And don't tell me you didn't get a hard-on looking at her, Uncle
Husband! Her butt is just your type... it looks just like mine!"
Sandy giggled. "I wanna kiss her, make out with her. I want to eat
her pussy. What do you think, Dan, wanna watch me eat her pussy?
Lick it all over like I lick your cock? Hmm?" Sandy's hand was
rubbing my leg and she kept scooting closer to me on the seat. I
checked the road for cops and floored it; I needed to get us home
now!
Chapter Four
Fall arrived and school started, Sandy had won our argument as I
knew she would and had been enrolled in the local elementary
school. I missed having my lover around all day but I did get a
lot more done around the house. And when Sandy got back home sex
was usually the first thing on her mind. We'd fuck, or make love
or have sex, whatever the mood called for, and then have dinner.
I'd help my gal with her homework and the night would end with us
sleeping in each others arms.
Sandy made friends quickly and soon wanted to invite them over to
play. We both swept the house for anything that might give us away
before each visit; making sure 'Sandy's room' looked lived in and
so on. There was one time Sandy said her friend Sally almost sat
on the chrome vibrator she loved so much, Sandy distracted her and
quickly shoved it under the couch. And more and more often Megan
would come over, she of the beach, of the rainbow bikini. Megan
was fast becoming Sandy's best girlfriend. I had no objections of
course as I loved looking at the beautiful blonde, picturing the
three of us romping together naked on the big master bed...
"Dan, what are fingertip bruises?" Sandy and I were lying in bed.
She'd just come home from school and we were cuddling naked
together before our own, more adult 'play'. Her question sent a
chill down my back, my growing erection drooped immediately. "Uh,
where did you hear about that, love?" "Megan mentioned it; we were
talking about the beach. She said I had some on my legs." Uh oh.
And I'd been so worried about the rope burns... "She said she knew
what they were 'cause her mom gives her some sometimes." Wait, her
mom? I sat up and asked Sandy to tell me more about Megan. "Well,
sure," she replied, a little put out for having our foreplay
interrupted. "She's my age, almost to the day. She just lives with
her mom; her dad left them a couple of years ago. They're over on
Birch Avenue, the big house set way back from the street. And
she's got one little sister, I think she's like, five or
something."
"Well, my sweet patootie, fingertip bruises are little marks made
by someone grabbing you too hard. Like you get sometimes from me
on your luscious thighs." I tried to keep the tone light but
Sandy's no dummy, she realized what that could mean. "Do you know
what Megan's mom does for a living? Is she a police woman or a
social worker or anything like that?" Sandy shook her head, "No,
she's a hairdresser at that salon on Twelfth." Curious... "Sandy,
think she'd invite you to spend the night sometime? Maybe you
could scope things out a little?" Sandy said she'd try and we both
lay thinking for a while before resuming our play. I tried to keep
it out of my mind but I must not have succeeded, for the first
time since I met Sandy I lost my erection and we just couldn't get
it going again. "All right, my husband-uncle-loverman, this is
serious! I'll get an invite over there as soon as I can! No one
come between me and your cock!" She looked and sounded so serious
that we both burst out laughing, and then it was all right.
Chapter Five
When Sandy sets her mind to something she gets it done; she spent
the very next Friday night at Megan's. I picked her up late
Saturday morning. Megan's mom, Julie, would be considered quite a
hottie; I could see where Megan got her looks from. Medium-length
blonde hair and a slender figure with curves in all the right
places. She had green eyes, unusual in a blonde. And her other
daughter, the six year old Dianne or Doonie as everyone called her
was another fantasy girl for me, blonde hair and blue eyes just
like her older sister, with a cute bubble-butt that begged for a
firm squeeze. Julie served me coffee while the girls were
gathering up Sandy's things; we chatted about the challenges of
raising young girls. Finally Sandy was ready to go; her look as we
got in the car was pure mischief.
She wouldn't say anything until we got home but I could tell she
was bursting with some good news. She insisted that we head
upstairs and get naked before we said a word about her experience.
I was so intrigued and frustrated by her manner that I finally
managed to beat her in a strip-down! "Okay, so spill the beans!
You're obviously happy, something must have happened, now tell
me!" We were lying on the bed; Sandy scooted over and started
stroking my chest. "Well its good news for me anyway, I'm not sure
about you though. After all, you've got a cock!" She giggled and
stroked my stiffening rod. The light began to dawn for me. "You
mean Megan and her mom..."
"I'm pretty sure! It wasn't anything either of them said, although
Doonie asked once why they weren't 'playing the game' tonight and
that she wanted to play with me! I was in the upstairs bathroom
and you can mostly hear what's going on in the kitchen. Her mom
told her they'd all play together after I'd gone home!" A sudden
mental picture filled my mind of a tangle of blonde heads and
limbs, sweet moans and sighs, and I got harder than granite in
Sandy's gently stroking hand. "What I wouldn't give to see that,"
Sandy grinned pure lust at me and jacked hard on my cock. My
mental picture came back but this time with Sandy's brown hair
mixed in with the blonde and I moaned and flipped over, spilling a
giggling Sandy under me.
Enough foreplay, I shoved my prick against Sandy's cunt, feeling
how wet it was, how hot and welcoming. Sandy looked up at me and
began teasing me, asking how I'd like to fuck Megan from behind
while she ate Doonie's little pussy, how I'd like to watch Julie's
blonde head between Sandy's thighs, making her moan and cum,
telling me to picture six year old Doonie's mouth on my throbbing
erection. I was hammering into Sandy for all I was worth and she
was loving it, I could feel her pussy fluttering around me as I
slid in and out. I started teasing her back, telling her how I'd
fuck Megan while she ate out Sandy, Julie's mouth on one nipple
and little Dianne's on the other. This fantasy sent Sandy right
over the edge and she started cumming around my pistoning tool,
calling out Megan's name and pinching her nipples as her body
shook with pleasure. Hearing my nine year old bride yell her
little friend's name as she came sent me into overdrive and I
began blasting buckets of cum into Sandy's throbbing pussy,
squishing it out again with each delirious stroke. We writhed
together in our own world of ecstasy, eventually coming down from
our shared sexual high, and began dreaming of the seduction of
Megan.
End
This is as far as it goes, folks. Might be a Part 4 someday, might
not. I hope you've enjoyed visiting Sandy and Dan's world; for now
let's just leave them there, planning for a fun tomorrow. Thanks
for reading!