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Sitting for Kelli by Hank Freeman
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CH 1 - DOING FAVORS
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At first I thought `what have a gotten myself into?' I had agreed to
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babysit for the neighbors whenever they were going out, since I was
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home alone in the evenings anyway. I had made the mistake of telling
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Pete and Judith, who lived in the adjacent townhouse, that my wife
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worked nights and that I spent most evenings watching cable and playing
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games on the computer. Their eyes had fairly lit up when I said that,
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and they had immediately asked if I could babysit their two kids from
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time to time, so they could get out of the house. Ugh. How could I
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refuse? I'd just told them I did nothing in the evenings, so I could
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not very well make up an excuse now.
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Their boy Jeff was twelve and Kelli, his older sister, was fourteen.
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Were they sure these kids even needed a babysiter? Kelli certainly
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looked old enough to take care of Jeff, if he even needed any looking
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after. Judith was adamant, though - kids should not be left alone. What
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if someone broke in? What if there was a fire? Fine, fine, I had said,
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though I had to wonder if someone *did* break in if I would stick
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around to be of any use.
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I arrived at 6:00, just after they had finished dinner. Their place was
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pretty messy, especially compared to our spotless home (my wife is a
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neatness fanatic), but I guessed that was due to the presence of the
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kids. I expected a night of real horror after seeing the disarray
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around me; `these kids must be monsters,' I thought.
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Pete greeted me with a smile. "Say, Hank! We really appreciate this,
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pal. We're finally going to get out on our own for the first time in,
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god, how long honey?"
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Judith emerged from the kitchen, wearing an evening dress with a
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plunging neckline. She was a nice looking lady for someone 15 years my
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senior. "Forever," she said, and smiled at me strangely.
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"Yeah, forever. Anyway, we're going to Les Miserables and then a late
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supper. Midnight too late for you?"
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"No, not at all," I said, wincing internally. "My wife gets home about
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then, so I'll just call her and tell her I may be over here when she
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gets home."
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As I was talking I began to hear some decidedly loud thumps coming from
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upstairs. Pete noticed me glancing at the ceiling. "Kids!," he yelled
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up at the stucco, "knock it off and get down here." I heard giggles and
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more rumbling, then footsteps running down the stairs.
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Little Jeff emerged first. He was awfully short for his age, and wiry.
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He really looked like a much younger kid than he was. But then, Pete
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looked like a kid too, and he was over 40. Genetics.
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Right on Jeff's heels, and tugging on his hair, was Kelli. If Jeff had
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looked half his true age, Kelli looked almost twice hers. I remembered
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when that film director, Polanski, got in trouble for messing around
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with a minor and he claimed that he'd thought she was in her twenties.
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I had taken an `oh, sure' attitude about that, but now I knew what he
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meant.
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Kelli was a lovely girl. She had an hourglass figure, long smooth legs,
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large breasts for a 14-year-old, and a face that reminded one
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incredibly of Elizabeth Taylor in `National Velvet.' Or maybe Natalie
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Wood in some of her younger roles. Her soft brown hair fell in lovely,
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loose, natural curves all around her neck. And she was very tall for 14
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- almost as tall as my wife. If I did not know better, I would have
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bet she was 19 or 20. She was dressed in a knee-length T-shirt with a
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picture of a teenage mutant ninja turtle on it, and that combined with
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the roughouse play she was engaging in with her brother were the only
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indications that this was a kid.
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Pete made the kids stand still and he introduced them to me. I had seen
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Jeff playing around the complex, but had never met him or even seen
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Kelli.
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"Hi," he said, looking away.
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"Hi," Kelli said, looking me right in the eye. Her expression had a
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kind of boldness to it, but she still looked terribly innocent.
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I held that gaze for an uncomfortable moment, then looked up to see
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that Pete and Judith had already started heading for the door. "You
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kids be good - mind Mr. Freeman," Judith said, not looking. Pete
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followed her out the door without a word. They told me nothing about
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who to call if there was a problem, or any of the stuff I'd thought one
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would tell a sitter. Pretty neglectful parents, I thought.
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The kids showed it. For the first hour things were rocky. These two
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just would not calm down. They wrestled, tumbled, and ran over most of
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the house, and I felt weird telling them to `settle down' and things
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like that. It made me feel like my father, and hence rather old. I
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began to see why the place was such a mess. I decided to retire to the
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TV room and hoped the kids would get tired soon.
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I was watching some nudie flick on the Playboy channel, and things got
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reasonably quiet for a while. Then all of a sudden I head a loud *bang*
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followed by crying.
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I ran into the kitchen and saw Jeff lying next to the undersink
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cabinet. I felt my heart jump when I saw the blood running down his
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face. Kelli was standing next to him, looking too innocent and doing
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nothing to help him.
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"Damn!" I said, and hurried to check him out. As it turned out, the cut
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was very small and looked far worse than it actually was. I glared at
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Kelli as I was calming Jeff and cleaning the cut with a paper towel.
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"I didn't do anything," she said, indignantly.
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"Sh-sh-she pushed me down!" Jeff said, sobbing.
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"Nuh-uh! Did not!" Her voice was high and frantic. She'd done it, of
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course.
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The kids did that `did not, did too, did not' thing for about a minute
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until I bellowed for them to shut up. Jeff looked good as new once I
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got the blood out of his hair. I could not even find the cut anymore.
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They went running off to do more damage and I cleaned the spatters off
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the kitchen floor, swearing to myself.
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Before I could even get back to the TV room I heard another thump, and
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more crying. This time it was Kelli who was the victim. Jeff had
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obviously tripped her as she was running up the wide carpeted stairs.
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She was laying in a heap on the tile at the foot of the stairs, crying
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and holding her knee.
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`Dr. Hank, call to surgery,' I thought. I sent Jeff to his room, rather
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angrily, and knelt to examine Kelli's knee. Jeff ran up the stairs
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sulkily.
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I could not help but notice that her long T-shirt had ridden up to her
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waist, and as I checked out her left knee, my eyes kept wandering to
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her white cotton panties. Her sobs were subsiding as I ran my hands
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over her knee - there was no damage that I could see. But I prolonged
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the moment, my mind reeling madly as I noticed the tiny curls of pubic
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hair that were peeking around the legbands of her underwear. All of a
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sudden I was being turned on by this girl - my dick was hardening, my
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heart was beating faster, I felt my breath coming shallow and quick. I
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could barely see the folds of her labia, or imagined I could, through
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that thin white material. My attentions to her knee had caused her legs
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to spread slightly, and I found myself pushing the knee farther,
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pretending to look for damage, watching feverishly out the corner of my
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eye as the edge of her pussy began to barely peak out from the
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elastic. I began to slide my hand down a bit from her knee, feeling
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the taut youthfulness of her thigh.
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"Ow!" she said, and I looked up. I had spread her legs far enough that
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she'd felt it. Her face was red with a blush.
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"Um, your knee looks OK," I said.
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"Thanks," she whispered, then bolted up the stairs. Had she seen me
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looking at her pussy? I was not sure, but something seemed to have made
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her react.
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Confused and turned on, I returned to the TV room. The Playboy channel
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was still on, showing some playmate who was golfing in the nude. I
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switched off the idiotic thing and sat in an easy chair, my mind filled
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with what had happened.
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I was no child molester; that I knew for sure. Kelli's young body had
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turned me on, but that was natural, wasn't it? And all I had done was
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look - how could I help myself? The girl was a knockout, though she
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clearly did not know it. I mean, to have ignored that pretty little
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cunt when it was staring me in the face would have been inhuman.
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Wouldn't it?
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My dick would not soften. I tried to think of mundane things like work
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and gardening, but no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts ran back to
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Kelli's thighs, Kelli's pussy, Kelli's little hands wrapped around my
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cock shaft, the sheer madness of sinking my prick, centimeter by
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centimeter into that tight little quim. Oh god, this was insanity - how
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could I get this girl out of my head?
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I turned the Playboy channel back on - they were showing a softened
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version of some porno film. I took out my cock and began to beat off
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feverishly. I turned the sound down so I'd be sure to hear if the kids
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came downstairs. I shot off in about a dozen strokes, pouring my sperm
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into a paper napkin that was sitting on the end table.
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CH 2 - KELLI'S COSTUME
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In the days that followed I found myself becoming increasingly obsessed
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with Kelli, thinking almost constantly about that moment at the foot of
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the stairs. Sometimes I could almost convince myself that I had
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reached down and stroked her pussy though her panties with my
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fingertips. Other times I imagined ripping through that thin cotton
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material and sinking my tongue into her tight hole. All of it was
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buttshit, all of it drove me crazy.
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I was almost too quick to agree with Pete and Judith when they asked me
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to sit with the kids again. They did not seem to notice my strange
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eagerness - but that was not too surprising. When it came to their kids
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they seemed to notice damned little.
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It was the weekend before halloween, and the kids were fussing about
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their costumes. Pete and Judith had left abruptly, again leaving me
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with no instructions, and I was trying to help the kids, especially
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Kelli, to finish up their costumes.
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Jeff was going to be a cowboy. Easily done, all you need is jeans and a
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plaid shirt, a cowboy hat, a six shooter in a holster, and maybe some
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chaps. Jeff had all these things but wanted to be a marshal, so I made
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him a star out of tinfoil. Kelli waited patiently for my help with her
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costume, which was to be a female vampire. Once the star was finished,
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Jeff ran off upstairs to look at himself in the mirror and play in his
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new costume.
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"I want to be a vampira," Kelli said, holding out a black swath of
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material. The swath was actually an extremely slinky, tight nylon
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dress that she'd borrowed from her mother. She also said she had a set
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of false fangs she'd bought at the novelty store, and a black wig an
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aunt had given her for a witch costume the previous year.
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"Well," I said, "if this is your Mom's dress I doubt it will fit you.
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She's a lot bigger than you." I glanced at Kelli's chest. "Taller, I
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mean..."
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"I also need a cape, and I don't know where I'm going to get that." She
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looked dejected.
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"Well, let's take one thing at a time. Have you tried the dress on?"
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She shook her head.
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"OK, well let's see how it fits."
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I expected her to then go off somewhere and put the dress on, then
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return so I could see the fit. Naturally, in that part of my mind that
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was still remembering her little wispy hairs peeking out the edge of
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her panties, I wanted her to change right there in front of me. What I
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got was something in between. She went behind a sort of Japanese screen
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they had near the fireplace, and took off her jumper. But the glass
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door of the fireplace was a pretty good mirror, and I had a darkened,
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but reasonable view of her as she slipped the dress on. I did not see
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much, since she wore a bra and panties, but I was struck by how slim
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her waist was. I thought I might be able to get my hands around it
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completely, thumbs touching in front, middle fingers in back. I felt
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myself getting hard again, especially when I noticed how strained her
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bra was. Her Mom had not noticed how much Kelli had grown and bought
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her a larger size. Her appearance in that tight bra was extremely sexy,
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since it emphasized the fact that she was just then blossoming into
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womanhood.
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She came out from behind the curtain. The dress, which was obviously
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intended to be mid-calf length, piled up on the floor, and the waist
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was somewhere between her hips and her knees. Not the proper effect,
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but sexy as hell since the neckline, already intended to plunge, was
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almost to her navel. We tried and tried to adjust the dress, and during
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this time I had several chances to run my hand over her tummy and the
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small of her back. The feel of her was fantastic - so smooth and firm.
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I suggested that we might be able to bring the dress up by shortening
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the shoulder straps, and while standing behind her I demonstrated by
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pulling the dress up by the straps. I watched that silky black material
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slide over her tits and ass, and my boner became a real problem. I sat
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down quickly while Kelli held the straps up and knotted them.
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"This should work, though the knots will look funny." She noticed my
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distress. "Are you OK Mr. Freeman?"
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"Yeah, sure. Just a leg cramp." I doubled over to massage my leg, and
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also effectively hid my hardon.
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"What do we do about the cape?" she asked.
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"Well, I think I have a black bedsheet that will work, though you'll
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have to give it back." I was still rubbing my leg, and watching her
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curves through that dress. I was hoping she'd leave to play, like Jeff,
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so I could take care of my problem.
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"You have black sheets?" she asked, amazed.
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"Sure. Other colors too. So?"
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"I thought they were always white." She shrugged. "Well, thanks. That
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pretty much does it I guess." Without another word she walked out the
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door and I heard her ascend the stairs.
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I did not wait a second. I whipped out my painfully hard erection and
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flicked on the Playboy channel with the remote. They were showing,
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oddly enough, a woman dressed as a vampire, but with nothing underneath
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the cape. As she spread her cape wide, she undulated her hips and
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heaved her breasts as she hissed. Pretty sexy stuff. I began to stroke
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my cock slowly, trying to enjoy the sensation and imagine Kelli was the
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vampire, beckoning be to fucked by curling her black tipped fingers.
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I had not turned the sound down. So I did not hear when she came back
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into the room.
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Suddenly I heard a gasp behind me. Without thinking I whirled around,
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and there was Kelli. She had retrieved her false fangs and had put them
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in her mouth. She'd also put on the black wig. Obviously she wanted to
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show me the costume - and now she was standing stock still, staring at
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the hard cock in my hand.
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I should have tried to hide myself, or cram my dick back into my pants,
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but I was too stunned to do anything for several seconds. Kelli had
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started to say "I vant to suck your blooood", in a Beli Lugosi-type
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voice, and had said simply "I want to suck your..." before I had turned
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around and had stopped her in her tracks. Now the irony and sexiness of
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that partial statement caught me, and I was just stuck there, standing
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like an idiot with my dick in my hand.
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"God," she said, finally. Her voice brought me back to reality. I
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hurriedly turned around and painfully jammed my shrinking dick back
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into my pants. I muttered some kind of apology, but by the time I
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turned back around she was gone. I heard her running up the stairs. The
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wig and the fangs were on the floor.
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CH 3 - EDUCATING KELLI
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What to do? My mind was totally divided between two terribly
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conflicting ideas. One half of me was still incredibly aroused by the
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memory of Kelli standing there staring at my penis and telling me she
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wanted to suck me, even though I knew that it was an accident of fate
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that put those words into her mouth. My other half was terrified of
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what might happen if she reported the incident to her parents. At best
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they'd get pissed and maybe tell my wife. At worst I could end up
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talking to the police. I decided I'd better talk to her about the whole
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thing and make sure she understood that I did not mean her to see me
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like that.
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I cautiously went upstairs. I checked in on Jeff first and found that
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he'd fallen asleep in his cowboy outfit, lying on top of the covers. I
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covered him as best I could with the bedspread, which was balled up on
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the floor and looked as though it had been there for some time, then
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turned off his light and closed the door to his room. Kelli's room was
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on the other side of the bathroom, a bit down the hall.
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As I walked the short distance to her door I went through all the
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things I might say, in my mind. Nothing seemed to sound right, though,
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and I decided to play it by ear. I had no idea how experienced she was
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or what she knew about men and sex. 14 is a nebulous age; some girls
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have even had sex by then. Others have barely thought about it.
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Kelli's room was dimly lit from a desk lamp in one corner. Like the
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rest of the house, her room was a disheveled mess, though she had left
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no clothing on the floor as her brother had. Mostly there were stuffed
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animals and magazines everywhere. Kelli was sitting in a window seat
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and staring outside when I came into her room. When she turned to look
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at me her face was a mixture of confusion and defense.
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I crossed the room and sat on her bed - I did not consider that to be
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lascivious at the time, it was simply the farthest spot from her and I
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did not want to be threatening. Looking back, I suppose the symbolism
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was pretty strong. She went back to staring out the window and I
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realized that I was going to have to speak first.
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"Kelli," I began, "I'm really sorry about what just happened. I did not
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mean for you to see me like that."
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She said nothing for a moment, and I was about to try and phrase it
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another way when she said: "I know. I'm always doing that."
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Doing what? Making grown men jack off? "Always doing what?"
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"Always interrupting private stuff. Like with my Mom and dad." She
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looked terribly glum.
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"You walked in on them in bed?"
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"They weren't in bed - they were in front of the fireplace and I just
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wanted to get my Tiger Beat that I'd left on the TV set and I walked in
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and saw them.... doing it. Sort of."
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"Oh." Sort of? How can you do it `sort of'?
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"Anyway, my dad got really mad and told me I was a peeking tom and Mom
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got even madder and wouldn't talk to me." Her face dropped from glum to
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positively sad and I felt truly sorry for her, though her reference to
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`peeking tom' was cute enough to make me smile a little.
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"Well, you couldn't help it. You didn't know."
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"Another time," she continued, almost ignoring me, "was with Jenny, our
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old babysitter. I came downstairs late because I forgot to take my
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vitamin B for flea bites and I saw her with this boy... on the stairs.
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I had never seen the boy before, but they were doing stuff and they got
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really mad too. They made me promise not to tell or they'd tell my
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parents I was touching myself or something. I was scared already. I
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wouldn't have told."
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She looked at me, a sort of pleading in her eyes. "I'm not trying to
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see anything. It just keeps happening to me. Don't be mad, OK?" There
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was a tear running down her left cheek.
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Amazement turned to relief. She was more concerned with what I might
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say to her parents - she had not even considered saying anything
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herself. I stepped over to her and put an arm around her shoulder. "I'm
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not mad, Kelli. Not at all. It was not anyone's fault; just a mistake.
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I'm sorry I made you sad and made you think about those other times.
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Why don't we just forget about it?"
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She smiled. "Thanks Mr. Freeman."
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"Call me Hank."
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She blushed a little, then all of a sudden gave me a very womanly
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look. "Thanks, Hank."
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"No problem. Good night."
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I started to leave, and had gotten to the door when she asked me: "Can
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I ask you a sort of personal question, Hank?"
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I turned. She was still sitting at the window seat, but had turned to
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face the room. The straps on the dress and slipped back, and the
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neckline hung low on her. I could see the lacy trim of her bra above
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the scoop, and could see the tops of her breasts rising out of the
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one-size-too-small cups. I sat on the floor near the door and brought
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my knees up, looking casual but hiding my rekindled erection.
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"Shoot," I said, trying to sound totally at ease.
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"Well, um. I was wondering... Well, if you don't want to tell me it's
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OK, but..."
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"Ask away, Kelli. You've seen everything I have to hide already."
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She laughed embarrassedly into her hand. "Um, well. I have seen a
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guy's... thing... three times. And, well, I just wondered how come
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when you wear pants it doesn't, like, show. Like a tent. You know...
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poke out, like..."
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She thought men were in a perpertual state of erection since she'd only
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seen dicks when they were hard. Sorry to have to break the bad news to
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you kid...
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"Well," I said, "a man is not always hard. Most of the time it just
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sort of... hangs there."
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She giggled. "Oh. Really? Well, then... but... uh... I don't know. I
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mean, how does it... um...." She obviously wanted to know what made men
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hard, but was too shy to ask.
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I held up my hand. "It's like this. When a guy gets aroused - sexually
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excited, like when your babysitter and her boyfriend were fooling
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around on the stairs - then the guy gets hard, like you saw."
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"It... _get's_ hard?"
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"Sure. Just sort of swells up and gets really stiff. Don't they teach
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you this stuff in health class?"
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She shook her head. "Your parents have to sign a thing, and my Mom
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wouldn't. Well, I think maybe she lost it. So, does it hurt when it's
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like that?"
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This was strange - this beautiful little girl was asking me intimate
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details about my cock. If it were an older girl I was having such a
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conversation with, I would have assumed we were in for some action; I
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had to remind myself that this one was only a kid. "No. Not really.
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It's very sensitive, though. Like when your leg goes to sleep and is
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just waking up, you feel everything like little tingles?"
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"Yeah, that's a weird feeling," she nodded her head.
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"Well, that's sort of the feeling, but nicer."
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There was a very heavy silence for a moment, as she turned away, then
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back to face me, then away again. Finally, she said "so my dad got
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excited because my Mom had his thing in her mouth." Ah, so that was
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doing it `sort of.' "And that boy was excited from putting his thing up
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against Jenny's poochy..."
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"Poochy?"
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"You know. Down there."
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"Oh. You mean pussy."
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"Oh? OK, well... pussy." She blushed a deep red. My rising boner jumped
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a bit at hearing her say that word. "Anyway, so um, so why did you? Get
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excited I mean. Was it that TV show with the naked vampire lady?"
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This was a key moment. I did not want to lie to her, but I did not want
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to scare her either. I had avoided a major possible disaster, and it
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was not a good time to plunge back in. "No. And I don't think we should
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talk about this anymore, Kelli." I got up and turned to the door.
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She rose, panic in her voice. "Did I say something bad? I'm sorry. I
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was just curious. Don't be mad..."
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Over my shoulder, against my better judgement, I said "It was you,
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Kelli. I saw you changing clothes in the glass fireplace door. That's
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what made me hard. I'm not mad." I closed the door and walked
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downstairs.
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CH 4 - IN THE TV ROOM
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Down in the TV room I sat and concentrated, willing my dick to soften.
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I did not dare try and relieve myself, though I considered going to the
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bathroom and locking the door. The feelings I was having were heavily
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conflicted; I was still fighting that 50/50 battle between my adult,
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rational resistance toward the idea of sex with such a young child, and
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my fiesty, horny desire to see and explore her naked body. I sat there
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in the overstuffed easy chair, watching an interview with Dudley Moore
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and fidgiting.
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Again, she stole into the room unnoticed. This was the girl that
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thumped and wrestled around the house with her brother? She could
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really be quiet when she wanted to be.
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"Hank?"
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I almost jumped out of my chair - she had crept up to within a few feet
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of me, just off to my left, totally silent. "Ah! Oh, Jesus Kelli, you
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scared the shit out of me..."
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"Sorry. I just came down cause I don't want you to be mad at me." I
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sensed that this was not totally true - she did not have that sad look
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she had before. There was a strange mischief in her eyes.
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"I'm not mad. I told you that - I just did not think we should keep
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talking about... sexual things."
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"Why not?"
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"What do you think your parents would say? I'm a grown man, and you're
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very underage. If they thought..." I stopped myself. She was asking me
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to talk, not to fuck. What was I assuming here? This was a 14 year old
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girl, even though she looked older.
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Her face was a confused puzzle. She looked curious, unsure, a little
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scared, a little sad. And a little excited.
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I patted the chair next to me, on my right. "OK. Sit. If you have
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questions, I'll answer them. But you absolutely have to promise that
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this conversation will stay between the two of us."
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"I swear," she said, solemnly. She crossed in front of me to the chair,
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and I thought I noticed something different about the way she looked,
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but I could not place it. She sat down, her face fairly glowing with
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the conpiratorial quality of the moment. To her, we were like kids
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whispering under a blanket.
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"What did you want to ask me?"
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"Well. It's just that.... you said you got.... you got..." She was
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nervous again.
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"Hard," I prompted.
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"Yeah. You said you got hard because you saw me changing my clothes in
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the glass door. That was a dirty trick, you know." She smiled a little,
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like a kid playing a game. But it was forced.
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"I'm sorry," I said, seriously, and her smile vanished. "It _was_ a
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dirty trick. People have a right to privacy. I should have turned my
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head."
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"Oh. That's OK. But why would that make you get hard? I mean, I'm just
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a kid."
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I smiled and leaned forward a bit in my chair. She leaned too, I
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suppose because she thought she was supposed to, and I noticed then
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what that difference was in her appearance. She'd taken off her bra.
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Through the low scoop in that black dress I could see most of the curve
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of her right breast, and even the edge of her nipple, which was pink
|
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and perfect. I shifted in my chair, feeling my cock rise, and tried to
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concentrate on my hands as I spoke.
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"You have not looked in the mirror lately, have you? You're no kid." It
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|
was true. She could pass for 19 easily.
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"They still treat me like one. I can't go on dates, I can't stay out
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late, I can't even watch R rated movies on HBO. It's stupid."
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"Well, your folks are used to thinking of you as a child. I'm not. I
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can see you for what you are. A beautiful young woman."
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I looked up, but she had turned her face away, obviously embarrassed.
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"But why? Why did looking at me..." she drifted off. After a moment of
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|
silence, she turned back to face me. Her face was bright with nervous
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excitement. It was as if she had hoped someone would notice her, and
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someone finally had. And now she was not sure how to feel about it.
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"Why?" I said. "Well, it is very simple, actually. When a man sees a
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beautiful woman's body, part of his brain automatically responds,
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|
sending signals to his..."
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"Oh, I know that. I mean, I figured that out from what you said
|
|
before. But why me?"
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"I told you. You have a lovely body, Kelli. When I peeked, I got hard.
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It was not the first time either."
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"Oh?" She looked surprised and a little pleased. "When else?"
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"When you fell down the stairs last time I was here and I helped you
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with your knee."
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"I remember. But I didn't take my clothes off then."
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"No. But I saw your panties, and... well, that area. It had a similar
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|
effect."
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"Really." That mischievous look was back, and something in her smile
|
|
told me that she was pretty happy at the notion of having so much
|
|
control over an adult. She was realizing the effect she could have,
|
|
whenever she wanted to. "So, um, are you hard now?" She was examining
|
|
her fingernails closely, trying to appear casual, as though the
|
|
question was purely conversational.
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"No," I lied. In fact, I was about 40% hard, and rose to about 50% at
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|
the question.
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With one deft motion, and without any warning, she slipped her shoulder
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|
straps down and the top of the dress slid down to her waist. I think I
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|
gasped a little: there she was, stripped to the waist. Her young
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breasts, bigger than a handful on each side, stood pale and proud in
|
|
the warm light of the TV room. Her rosy pink nipples were perfect, and
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|
had been pressed flat by the dress. They were not erect, but her
|
|
breathing, shallow and quick, told me she was excited, or scared, or
|
|
both. Her smile was quivering, her gaze steady.
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I wanted to touch her so badly. My dick had sprung stiff and straight
|
|
as a steel beam. Her titties looked so inviting, and I could not tear
|
|
my gaze away from those nipples. "Kelli," I whispered. "This is really
|
|
not a good idea..."
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|
"But does it make you hard?" she asked, her voice strangely gentle. "I
|
|
mean, is this enough to do that, or do you need to see my poochy too?
|
|
My pussy, I mean."
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|
|
|
My hands were shaking. For some reason, I glanced at the clock - it was
|
|
9:30. Her parents would not be home until midnight or 1:00am. I could
|
|
not leave. I could not stay. I wanted to see her little pussy more than
|
|
I wanted to take another breath. I wanted to run from the room. I did
|
|
not know what to do.
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|
|
|
Some sort of instinct had taken over in Kelli. There was no way she
|
|
knew how I was feeling, and yet somehow she was compelled into action.
|
|
I heard her leave her chair, though I was still staring stupidly at the
|
|
clock, terrified that I was about to come in my pants. She stood,
|
|
walked into my field of vision, blocking my view of the clock, and
|
|
dropped her dress to the floor. No panties either.
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|
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|
When I had glanced at her panties before I had seen little hairs poking
|
|
out from around the elastic. Now I could now find them. She had a
|
|
little swirl of pubic hair, like the curl on a kewpie doll's head, high
|
|
on her venus mound, then a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of
|
|
her pussy folds, just barely visible as she stood. Nothing more. Her
|
|
young thighs fit smoothly togather as she stood, heels together, hands
|
|
behind her back. I stared - what else could I do? She was my every wet
|
|
dream come true. It was like she was waiting to be inspected,
|
|
approved. Touched, maybe. Maybe.
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|
|
|
"What about now?" she said so quietly that I would not have heard if my
|
|
nervous system had not been running on overdrive. "Are you hard now?"
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|
|
|
"Yes," I croaked. I could not seem to move. My desire for her crept
|
|
into my muscles, my nerves. Even my eyelids began to tingle. I began to
|
|
realize that I was losing control.
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|
|
|
"Can I see?" I looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly open, her
|
|
breath coming rapidly. Her skin had flushed. She was scared, but she
|
|
really wanted to see.
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|
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|
What could I do? I'm only human.
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|
|
|
Without a word I leaned back in my chair, lowered my zipper and drew my
|
|
manhood from my pants. It stood absolutely stiff, throbbing with my
|
|
pulse. I could not believe I was doing this. But there she was, and I
|
|
could not stop myself.
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|
|
|
"It's moving," she said, her voice a whisper. She bit her lower lip,
|
|
surely not realizing how sexy that looked, and took a half step
|
|
closer.
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|
|
"With my heartbeat," I said, my voice much calmer than I was. A little
|
|
drop of precome oozed from the slit, and her eyes opened wide.
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|
|
"What's that?"
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|
|
|
"Just another sign that you're turning me on, Kelli," I said. The
|
|
moment seemed to freeze then. She was staring at my cock, mesmerized.
|
|
My gaze darted from her face to her tits to her pussy and back again,
|
|
over and over. My dick throbbed like a conductor's baton.
|
|
Unconsciously, her index finger traced a line along her hip, and I knew
|
|
she was getting turned on too, even if she did not know it.
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|
|
|
After what seemed like hours, I said "you can touch it if you want to."
|
|
I could not believe I had said it. My mouth was dry, and the back of my
|
|
head started to itch.
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|
|
|
She took another step, then reached forward awkwardly, her fingers
|
|
coming within a fraction of an inch of my cock. "It's all right?" she
|
|
asked, still whispering.
|
|
|
|
"No, it's not all right. But I don't mind."
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|
|
|
Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real recognition. We
|
|
were doing something `naughty' - but she wanted to. She took my cock in
|
|
her hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, and slid to her knees
|
|
before me. Her young breasts flattened against the insides of my thighs.
|
|
Her hand was warm and soft, and almost by instinct she gently jacked
|
|
the shaft, sliding my taut skin over the firm muscle of my dick.
|
|
Precome dribbled out and rolled down over her thumb. She smiled, her
|
|
eyes twinkling.
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|
|
|
"Is this right? Something came out... Did I do that?" Her enthusiasm
|
|
and interest was so insanely sexy.
|
|
|
|
"That's fine - yes, you made that come out. It's.... uh..... precome
|
|
fluid. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come for real." I was
|
|
close, so close, but trying to hold back.
|
|
|
|
She slowed her stokes to almost nothing. "What's that mean?"
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|
|
"White stuff will come out - a whole lot of it. It's called semen."
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|
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"My Mom had some stuff like that on her face when I saw them doing it.
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|
Is that what will happen if I put it in my mouth?" She almost giggled,
|
|
then bit her lip again. She was talking about sucking me off in the
|
|
same tone she might have used to discuss barbie dolls or the latest
|
|
album from her favorite pop singer. I felt like my brain was going to
|
|
melt.
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|
|
|
"Yes, it sure will. Do you want to put it in your mouth?" Please, oh
|
|
please, my mind screamed. I no longer cared about much of anything
|
|
except her mouth and her pussy and what they would feel like around my
|
|
cock. Looking back I can see I was shamelessly leading her on, but at
|
|
the time I was simply lost to the passion of the moment.
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|
She nodded, opened her lips, and leaned forward.
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|
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|
For the rest of my life I will remember that moment. It was simple a
|
|
thing - my dick slid into her mouth, and I could feel her lips, her
|
|
tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth. She took it about a third of
|
|
the way down, then slid it back out and looked at the wet shaft. She
|
|
knew nothing about sucking a cock, of course, and had merely taken me
|
|
in and slid me back out. But it was perfect. "Should I do it again?"
|
|
she asked, grinning.
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|
|
"Yes," I said, barely able to speak. "Leave it in, then bob your head
|
|
up and down. Lick and suck. Like a popsicle. Just like a popsicle."
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|
She must have eaten a lot of popsicles in her life, because she took
|
|
right to it once I gave her that analogy. She sucked, actually sucked
|
|
at the skin as she slid my cock into and out of her mouth, like it was
|
|
giving her a flavor, which I suppose it was. She would lick up and down
|
|
the shaft, ferverantly, like she was catching the drips of a melting
|
|
treat, which I also suppose she was. She kept her teeth away, as you do
|
|
when you are eating a popsicle, to keep from getting them too cold. She
|
|
slurped and licked and bobbed her head, sucking my cock with energy and
|
|
enthusiasm. It was a perfect heaven.
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|
|
I felt my come rising.
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|
|
"It's c-coming, Kelli. Swallow as m-much as you can."
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|
She lifted her mouth to say "OK," just as the first spurt came, it
|
|
leaped up and hit her in the chin. She giggled like a kid playing with
|
|
a kitten and quickly took my cock back into her mouth and began sucking
|
|
and swallowing. Her eyes were looking up into mine, questioning... Is
|
|
this OK, Hank? Am I sucking it right? Her throat gulped with every
|
|
pulse of my cock as she, incredibly, swallowed every drop of my come.
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|
I felt as if the world had fallen away, and there was nothing but she
|
|
and I, suspended in that easy chair, my cock in her sweet little
|
|
mouth.
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|
|
|
She kept my cock in her mouth as it shrank, then grew again almost
|
|
immediately. She was very excited about having felt that. She drew her
|
|
mouth away, smiling, the come glistening on her chin and chest.
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|
|
"It got small again, then grew in my mouth, Hank!"
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|
|
"Yes. After a man comes he usually shrinks back to normal size for a
|
|
while." I smiled to myself. "Usually it takes 15 minutes to a half an
|
|
hour before it can get hard again." My dick was stiff and pulsing as
|
|
though I had not come at all. I was amazed.
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|
|
|
"But you got hard right away." She spoke with the admiration a pet
|
|
student saves for her favorite teacher. "That's cause you're good at
|
|
sex, isn't it?" She nodded to herself.
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|
|
|
"Not really. I'm just normal. It's you that made the difference. Seeing
|
|
you, feeling you, it makes my body respond so strongly that I got hard
|
|
right away. That's never happened to me before."
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|
|
|
"Really?" She stood, looked down at herself, then looked at my hard
|
|
cock. "I did that?"
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|
|
|
"Yes." I wanted to fuck her so badly that I had to think very hard, to
|
|
concentrate on jail cells and courtrooms, to say "if you want to stop
|
|
now we can, Kelli. You know this is really bad, what we're doing. I
|
|
could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out. I could go to
|
|
jail."
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|
"I don't want to stop," she said, seriously, but serious in that
|
|
childlike way that is almost funny. "And I won't tell anyone. Maybe we
|
|
should go to my room. We can lock the door." She smiled, but there was
|
|
a kind of lust in the smile.
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CH 5 - STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
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|
|
I was too far gone to think clearly now. I followed her up the stairs,
|
|
watching her cute little ass bouncing ever-so-slightly as she ran up
|
|
the steps. I thought back to the time I had seen her and Jeff playing
|
|
on these stairs, and how different things were now. For some reason,
|
|
this made me even harder.
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|
|
|
I also began to be concerned about Jeff. Here his sister was running
|
|
naked up the stairs, followed by Hank with his dick sticking out of his
|
|
pants. Before I had time to really think through what I would do if he
|
|
popped out of his door we were in Kelli's room again, and she was
|
|
closing her curtains.
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|
|
|
"We should lock the door," she said, and motioned behind me. I realized
|
|
that I was standing up against the closed door, blocking access to the
|
|
lock. What a strange feeling - I was scared, as though she was the
|
|
experienced adult and I was the virgin. My cock throbbed and fairly
|
|
hummed with excitement, but the rest of me was not so sure.
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|
|
|
But then she sat down on her bed, smoothed out the wrinkled sheets, and
|
|
laid back, reclining against her pillow. The sight of that tuft of
|
|
pussy hair and those womanly breasts made me give in. I reached behind
|
|
me and flipped the lock. Then I doffed my clothing as quick as I could
|
|
and stepped over to the bed.
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|
|
|
She reached out and began to stroke my cock again, her lying on her
|
|
side on the bed, me standing next to the pillows. "What do I do now?"
|
|
she said. "Should I put you in my mouth again?"
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|
|
|
I reached down to stroke her pretty hair. "Just lie back and spread
|
|
your legs," I said, trying not to sound too frantic. She smiled and
|
|
complied, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide apart.
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|
|
|
I stepped to the foot of the bed and laid down on my stomach, my lower
|
|
legs hanging in mid air. Her pussy was wide open to me - so pink and
|
|
wet and tiny. I stroked at her thighs with my fingernails and she
|
|
giggled. She kept giggling until my fingers found the folds of her
|
|
labia and began to stroke them. Then she began to moan in a thin, high
|
|
whisper.
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|
|
|
I lowered my face to her little slit and began to lick and suck her
|
|
pussy lips. Her reaction was strongly frightened at first, her eyes
|
|
wild and her hands moving to cover her breasts. But as my licks began
|
|
to strumm against her clit more and more she eased, opened, and began
|
|
to get into it. Soon her hips were rocking slightly and her small hands
|
|
were rubbing her nipples, which were fully erect.
|
|
|
|
I began to tongue her seriously, and let my finger probe her pussy
|
|
gently, exploring the extent of her virginity. Her moans dropped into
|
|
a lower register as my finger dipped into her hole. About knuckle deep
|
|
I felt some thin tissue blocking my progress, and I knew I had hit her
|
|
hymen. My dick surged as my finger diddled her pussy, almost as though
|
|
the finger was telling the dick what it was in for.
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|
|
|
She was very close to coming now, but I know how to prolong an orgasm,
|
|
and I kept her at a plateau for a good while. I looked up at her face
|
|
and chest as I pulled my face away from her pussy and let my thumb and
|
|
finger keep her hot for a moment. She was never more lovely. Her
|
|
angelic face was bathed in the soft light of her desk lamp, her eyes
|
|
were closed and her lips were slightly, slightly parted. Her face was
|
|
framed by the soft curls of her hair, the ends of which were slightly
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beaded with sweat. Her nipples were erect, so much so that most of the
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pink aeriolas were now part of the rising nipples. Her breasts had
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swelled to a full roundness, and there were tiny, almost delicate beads
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of sweat on her chest and shoulders.
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I moved up and knelt between her thighs, my hard dick aching now for
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her cunt. As I started to run the head of my cock against her slit her
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eyes popped open and she bit her lower lip.
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"Oh! I'm scared, Hank," she whispered, grabbing my hand.
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"I know. We don't have to if you don't want to," I said, but at that
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moment I started rubbing her clit directly with my cockhead. If she had
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said no, I would have stopped, but I might have gone mad.
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But she responded immediately to the direct stimulation of her clit.
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"Uhh. Umm. No, I want to, I want to. Put it in. But please don't hurt
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me." She was talking in a dreamy voice now, on the verge of her first
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orgasm, her hands opening and closing, her eyes rolling, her hips
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churning.
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I pressed the head of my cock up against her hole and moved my thumb
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back to her clit, stroking, stroking. The hole was intensely tight - I
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had only fucked a virgin once before, but Kelli was twice as tight as
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she had been. Or I was a lot bigger now than when I was 17. Anyway, the
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head of my cock popped in after a little coaxing, and though she
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shuddered a little, she did not seem to feel great pain.
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I began to slip the head in and out, no more than an inch deep, while
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my thumb continued to do its magic. I began to suck on her hard
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nipples, one then the other, as just the head of my cock slid in and
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out of her pussy. She was making a tiny little "uff" noise on every in
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stroke now, and I began to gradually, very gradually increase the
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depth.
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The feeling of her young cunt was indescribable. She was so tight that
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once I had two inches in her, her pussy formed a kind of suction. There
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was no room for any air to get in, her pussy walls were wrapped so
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tight around my cockshaft, and once the air was forced out I found it
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hard to withdraw more than half of the length I had in. It was like her
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body was sucking me in, drawing me into the hot, wet, tightness of her
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vagina.
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Presently I found my dickhead pressing on her hymen. It gave slightly,
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but did not break.
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"Kelli," I said, but she only moaned. "Kelli, this part will hurt a
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bit. The first time you do this, it does, then it never does again.
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Don't be afraid." My heart was racing, my breath short and quick, but
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somehow I managed to sound reassuring. "If you want to stop, say so,
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honey."
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Her eyes opened, still dreamy, and she smiled a sort of drunken smile.
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"Do it to me," she said, her voice 10 years older than it had been
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before.
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I began to rub her clit as fast as I could, and felt her edging over
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the plateau. When I felt her thighs begin to twitch and heard her
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breath drawn in sharply, I knew she was coming, and I pressed past her
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hymen, breaking it with one stroke.
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The pain must have been intense - her face grimaced sharply - but her
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orgasm quickly covered it with pleasure, as I hoped it would. She
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sighed greatly, and I felt the flood of her first come filling her
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pussy and lubricating everything. My cock began to slide in and out
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like a well-oiled piston, her tight pussy gripping it and sucking it.
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The sensation was pure madness. I was fucking a goddess, my mind
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reeling, almost passing out. She was whining now, a whine of pleasure,
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matching the rhythm of my strokes, and I found myself making a low,
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guttural noise as my come began to rise.
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She was still coming, her pussy still pulsing and her hips still
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shifting from side to side. I knew I was gong to come any minute.
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All at once I flipped us over so that she was astride me, and I was
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laying on my back. I grabbed her hips and began lifting her again and
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again until she got the idea and started fucking herself on me.
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Finally, I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, grabbed onto her ass,
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and pulled her down, sinking deeply into her cunt as I came.
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I felt as though my whole essence was pouring into her. I came in five
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or six long, wonderful spasms. Then I put my arms around her and pulled
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her into an embrace, my cock still inside her. I felt her tears
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dropping on my neck as I buried my face in her hair. Or perhaps they
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were my own.
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We laid like that for some time, and she slept.
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She awoke at around 11:00, just as I was thinking we'd better get
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cleaned up in case her parents came home early. Her mouth was at my ear
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as we embraced, so she whispered: "Oh, Hank. I wish we could do it
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again right now."
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"Your parents will be home soon."
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"I know. And also I might get pregnant."
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"No. I've had a vasectomy." She turned her head slightly, as if to ask
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what that was. "I had a very minor operation so I can't make babies."
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I felt her cheek rise against mine as she smiled. "So we can do it as
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much as we want?"
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I began to think about possible futures. Kelli in various beds. Or
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perhaps me in various jails. My dick in Kelli's pussy. Or perhaps some
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sleazy convict's dick up my ass; child molesters fair badly in
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prisons. Well, you takes yer chances, as the man said.
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"Yes, but we have to be careful. And it must always be our secret." I
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tried to sound as definite as I could.
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She sat up on me, my cock still inside her pussy, her tits rising in a
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sigh. "Nobody will know, Hank. I swear to god. I'll never tell."
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"OK, I trust you," I said, and I smiled.
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She smiled back, and moved her hips just a little. My cock began to
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grow within her. "Maybe we have a little time left" she said, and I
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felt her cunt respond to my rising dick with a warm squeeze. I had to
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agree.
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