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KelliAt first I thought `what have a gotten myself into?’ I had agreed tobabysit for the neighbours whenever they were going out, since I was homealone in the evenings anyway. I had made the mistake of telling Peteand Judith, who lived in the adjacent townhouse, that my wife workednights and that I spent most evenings watching cable and playing gameson the computer. Their eyes had fairly lit up when I said that, andthey had immediately asked if I could babysit their two k**s from timeto time, so they could get out of the house. Ugh. How could I refuse?I’d just told them I did nothing in the evenings, so I could not verywell make up an excuse now. Their boy Jeff was twelve and Kelli, his older sister, was sixteen. Were they sure these k**s even needed a babysitter. Kelli certainlylooked old enough to take care of Jeff, if he even needed any lookingafter. Judith was adamant, though – k**s should not be left alone. What if someone broke in? What if there was a fire? Fine, fine, I hadsaid, though I had to wonder if someone *did* break in if I would stickaround to be of any use. I arrived at 6:00, just after they had finished dinner. Their place waspretty messy, especially compared to our spotless home (my wife is aneatness fanatic), but I guessed that was due to the presence of thek**s. I expected a night of real horror after seeing the disarrayaround me; `these k**s must be monsters,’ I thought. Pete greeted me with a smile. “Say, Hank! We really appreciate this,pal. We’re finally going to get out on our own for the first time in,god, how long honey?”Judith emerged from the kitchen, wearing an evening dress with aplunging neckline. She was a nice looking lady for someone 15 years mysenior. “Forever,” she said, and smiled at me strangely. “Yeah, forever. Anyway, we’re going to Les Miserables and then a latesupper. Midnight too late for you?””No, not at all,” I said, wincing internally. “My wife gets home aboutthen, so I’ll just call her and tell her I may be over here when shegets home.”As I was talking I began to hear some decidedly loud thumps coming fromupstairs. Pete noticed me glancing at the ceiling. “k**s!,” he yelledup at the stucco, “knock it off and get down here.” I heard giggles andmore rumbling, then footsteps running down the stairs. Little Jeff emerged first. He was awfully short for his age, and wiry. He really looked like a much younger k** than he was. But then, Petelooked like a k** too, and he was over 40. Genetics. Right on Jeff’s heels, and tugging on his hair, was Kelli. If jeff hadlooked half his true age, Kelli looked almost twice hers. I rememberedwhen that film director, Polanski, got in trouble for messing aroundwith a minor and he claimed that he’d thought she was in her twenties. I had taken an `oh, sure’ attitude about that, but now I knew what hemeant. Kelli was a lovely girl. She had an hourglass figure, long smooth legs,large breasts for a 16-year-old, and a face that reminded one incrediblyof Elizabeth Taylor in `National Velvet.’ Or maybe Natalie Wood in someof her younger roles. Her soft brown hair fell in lovely, loose,natural curves all around her neck. And she was very tall for 16 -almost as tall as my wife. If I did not know better, I would have betshe was 19 or 20. She was dressed in a knee-length T-shirt with apicture of a teenage mutant ninja turtle on it, and that combined withthe roughhouse play she was engaging in with her brother were the onlyindications that this was a k**. Pete made the k**s stand still and he introduced them to me. I had seenJeff playing around the complex, but had never met him or even seenKelli. “Hi,” he said, looking away. “Hi,” Kelli said, looking me right in the eye. Her expression had akind of boldness to it, but she still looked terribly innocent. I held that gaze for an uncomfortable moment, then looked up to see thatPete and Judith had already started heading for the door. “You k**s begood – mind Mr. Freeman,” Judith said, not looking. Pete followed herout the door without a word. They told me nothing about who to call ifthere was a problem, or any of the stuff I’d thought one would tell asitter. Pretty neglectful parents, I thought. The k**s showed it. For the first hour things were rocky. These twojust would not calm down. They wrestled, tumbled, and ran over most ofthe house, and I felt weird telling them to `settle down’ and thingslike that. It made me feel like my father, and hence rather old. Ibegan to see why the place was such a mess. I decided to retire to theTV room and hoped the k**s would get tired soon. I was watching some nudie flick on the Playboy channel, and things gotreasonably quiet for a while. Then all of a sudden I head a loud *bang*followed by crying. I ran into the kitchen and saw Jeff lying next to the undersink cabinet. I felt my heart jump when I saw the blood running down his face. Kelliwas standing next to him, looking too innocent and doing nothing to helphim. “Damn!” I said, and hurried to check him out. As it turned out, the cutwas very small and looked far worse than it actually was. I glared atKelli as I was calming Jeff and cleaning the cut with a paper towel. “I didn’t do anything,” she said, indignantly. “Sh-sh-she pushed me down!” Jeff said, sobbing. “Nuh-uh! Did not!” Her voice was high and frantic. She’d done it, ofcourse. The k**s did that `did not, did too, did not’ thing for about a minuteuntil I bellowed for them to shut up. Jeff looked good as new once Igot the blood out of his hair. I could not even find the cut anymore. They went running off to do more damage and I cleaned the spatters offthe kitchen floor, swearing to myself. Before I could even get back to the TV room I heard another thump, andmore crying. This time it was Kelli who was the victim. Jeff hadobviously tripped her as she was running up the wide carpeted stairs. She was laying in a heap on the tile at the foot of the stairs, cryingand holding her knee. `Dr. Hank, call to surgery,’ I thought. I sent Jeff to his room,rather angrily, and knelt to examine Kelli’s knee. Jeff ran up thestairs sulkily. I could not help but notice that her long T-shirt had ridden up to herwaist, and as I checked out her left knee, my eyes kept wandering to herwhite cotton panties. Her sobs were subsiding as I ran my hands overher knee – there was no damage that I could see. But I prolonged themoment, my mind reeling madly as I noticed the tiny curls of pubic hairthat were peeking around the legbands of her underwear. All of a suddenI was being turned on by this girl – my dick was hardening, my heart wasbeating faster, I felt my breath coming shallow and quick. I couldbarely see the folds of her labia, or imagined I could, through thatthin white material. My attentions to her knee had caused her legs tospread slightly, and I found myself pushing the knee farther, pretendingto look for damage, watching feverishly out the corner of my eye as theedge of her pussy began to barely peak out from the elastic. I began toslide my hand down a bit from her knee, feeling the taut youthfulnessof her thigh. “Ow!” she said, and I looked up. I had spread her legs far enough thatshe’d felt it. Her face was red with a blush. “Um, your knee looks OK,” I said. “Thanks,” she whispered, then bolted up the stairs. Had she seen melooking at her pussy? I was not sure, but something seemed to have madeher react. Confused and turned on, I returned to the TV room. The Playboy channelwas still on, showing some playmate who was golfing in the nude. Iswitched off the idiotic thing and sat in an easy chair, my mind filledwith what had happened. Kelli’s young body had turned me on, but that was natural, wasn’t it? And all I had done waslook – how could I help myself? The girl was a knockout, though sheclearly did not know it. I mean, to have ignored that pretty littlecunt when it was staring me in the face would have been inhuman. Wouldn’t it?My dick would not soften. I tried to think of mundane things like workand gardening, but no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts ran back toKelli’s thighs, Kelli’s pussy, Kelli’s little hands wrapped around mycock shaft, the sheer madness of sinking my prick, centimetre bycentimetre into that tight little quim. Oh god, this was insanity – howcould I get this girl out of my head?I turned the Playboy channel back on – they were showing a softenedversion of some porno film. I took out my cock and began to beat offfeverishly. I turned the sound down so I’d be sure to hear if the k**scame downstairs. I shot off in about a dozen strokes, pouring my sperminto a paper napkin that was sitting on the endtable. CH 2 – KELLI’S COSTUMEIn the days that followed I found myself becoming increasingly obsessedwith Kelli, thinking almost constantly about that moment at the foot ofthe stairs. Sometimes I could almost convince myself that I had reacheddown and stroked her pussy though her panties with my fingertips. Othertimes I imagined ripping through that thin cotton material and sinkingmy tongue into her tight hole. All of it was bullshit, all of it droveme crazy. I was almost too quick to agree with Pete and Judith when they asked meto sit with the k**s again. They did not seem to notice my strangeeagerness – but that was not too surprising. When it came to their k**sthey seemed to notice damned little. It was the weekend before halloween, and the k**s were fussing abouttheir costumes. Pete and Judith had left abruptly, again leaving mewith no instructions, and I was trying to help the k**s, especiallyKelli, to finish up their costumes. Jeff was going to be a cowboy. Easily done, all you need is jeans and aplaid shirt, a cowboy hat, a six shooter in a holster, and maybe somechaps. Jeff had all these things but wanted to be a Marshall, so I madehim a star out of tinfoil. Kelli waited patiently for my help with hercostume, which was to be a female vampire. Once the star was finished,Jeff ran off upstairs to look at himself in the mirror and play in hisnew costume. “I want to be a vampira,” Kelli said, holding out a black swath ofmaterial. The swath was actually an extremely slinky, tight nylon dressthat she’d borrowed from her mother. She also said she had a set offalse fangs she’d bought at the novelty store, and a black wig an aunthad given her for a witch costume the previous year. “Well,” I said, “if this is your mom’s dress I doubt it will fit you. She’s a lot bigger than you.” I glanced at Kelli’s chest. “Taller, Imean…””I also need a cape, and I don’t know where I’m going to get that.” Shelooked dejected. “Well, let’s take one thing at a time. Have you tried the dress on?”She shook her head. “OK, well let’s see how it fits.”I expected her to then go off somewhere and put the dress on, thenreturn so I could see the fit. Naturally, in that part of my mind thatwas still remembering her little wispy hairs peeking out the edge of herpanties, I wanted her to change right there in front of me. What I gotwas something in between. She went behind a sort of Japanese screenthey had near the fireplace, and took off her jumper. But the glassdoor of the fireplace was a pretty good mirror, and I had a darkened,but reasonable view of her as she slipped the dress on. I did not seemuch, since bahis firmaları she wore a bra and panties, but I was struck by how slim herwaist was. I thought I might be able to get my hands around itcompletely, thumbs touching in front, middle fingers in back. I feltmyself getting hard again, especially when I noticed how strained herbra was. Her mom had not noticed how much Kelli had grown and boughther a larger size. Her appearance in that tight bra was extremely sexy,since it emphasized the fact that she was just then blossoming intowomanhood. She came out from behind the curtain. The dress, which was obviouslyintended to be mid-calf length, piled up on the floor, and the waist wassomewhere between her hips and her knees. Not the proper effect, butsexy as hell since the neckline, already intended to plunge, was almostto her navel. We tried and tried to adjust the dress, and during thistime I had several chances to run my hand over her tummy and the smallof her back. The feel of her was fantastic – so smooth and firm. Isuggested that we might be able to bring the dress up by shortening theshoulder straps, and while standing behind her I demonstrated by pullingthe dress up by the straps. I watched that silky black material slideover her tits and ass, and my boner became a real problem. I sat downquickly while Kelli held the straps up and knotted them. “This should work, though the knots will look funny.” She noticed mydistress. “Are you OK Mr. Freeman?””Yeah, sure. Just a leg cramp.” I doubled over to massage my leg, andalso effectively hid my hardon. “What do we do about the cape?” she asked. “Well, I think I have a black bedsheet that will work, though you’llhave to give it back.” I was still rubbing my leg, and watching hercurves through that dress. I was hoping she’d leave to play, like Jeff,so I could take care of my problem. “You have black sheets?” she asked, amazed. “Sure. Other colours too. So?””I thought they were always white.” She shrugged. “Well, thanks. Thatpretty much does it I guess.” Without another word she walked out thedoor and I heard her ascend the stairs. I did not wait a second. I whipped out my painfully hard erection andflicked on the Playboy channel with the remote. They were showing,oddly enough, a woman dressed as a vampire, but with nothing underneaththe cape. As she spread her cape wide, she undulated her hips andheaved her breasts as she hissed. Pretty sexy stuff. I began to strokemy cock slowly, trying to enjoy the sensation and imagine Kelli was thevampire, beckoning be to fucked by curling her black tipped fingers. I had not turned the sound down. So I did not hear when she came backinto the room. Suddenly I heard a gasp behind me. Without thinking I whirled around,and there was Kelli. She had retrieved her false fangs and had put themin her mouth. She’d also put on the black wig. Obviously she wanted toshow me the costume – and now she was standing stock still, staring atthe hard cock in my hand. I should have tried to hide myself, or cram my dick back into my pants,but I was too stunned to do anything for several seconds. Kelli hadstarted to say “I vant to suck your blooood”, in a Beli Lugosi-typevoice, and had said simply “I want to suck your…” before I had turnedaround and had stopped her in her tracks. Now the irony and sexiness ofthat partial statement caught me, and I was just stuck there, standinglike an idiot with my dick in my hand. “God,” she said, finally. Her voice brought me back to reality. Ihurriedly turned around and painfully jammed my shrinking dick back intomy pants. I muttered some kind of apology, but by the time I turnedback around she was gone. I heard her running up the stairs. The wigand the fangs were on the floor. CH 3 – EDUCATING KELLIWhat to do? My mind was totally divided between two terribly conflictingideas. One half of me was still incredibly aroused by the memory ofKelli standing there staring at my penis and telling me she wanted tosuck me, even though I knew that it was an accident of fate that putthose words into her mouth. My other half was terrified of what mighthappen if she reported the indecent to her parents. At best they’d getpissed and maybe tell my wife. At worst I could end up talking to thepolice. I decided I’d better talk to her about the whole thing and makesure she understood that I did not mean her to see me like that. I cautiously went upstairs. I checked in on Jeff first and found thathe’d fallen asleep in his cowboy outfit, lying on top of the covers. Icovered him as best I could with the bedspread, which was balled up onthe floor and looked as though it had been there for some time, thenturned off his light and closed the door to his room. Kelli’s room wason the other side of the bathroom, a bit down the hall. As I walked the short distance to her door I went through all the thingsI might say, in my mind. Nothing seemed to sound right, though, and Idecided to play it by ear. I had no idea how experienced she was orwhat she knew about men and sex. 16 is a nebulous age; some girls haveeven had sex by then. Others have barely thought about it. Kelli’s room was dimly lit from a desk lamp in one corner. Like therest of the house, her room was a dishevelled mess, though she had leftno clothing on the floor as her brother had. Mostly there were stuffeda****ls and magazines everywhere. Kelli was sitting in a window seatand staring outside when I came into her room. When she turned to lookat me her face was a mixture of confusion and defence. I crossed the room and sat on her bed – I did not consider that to belascivious at the time, it was simply the farthest spot from her and Idid not want to be threatening. Looking back, I suppose the symbolismwas pretty strong. She went back to staring out the window and Irealized that I was going to have to speak first. “Kelli,” I began, “I’m really sorry about what just happened. I did notmean for you to see me like that.”She said nothing for a moment, and I was about to try and phrase itanother way when she said: “I know. I’m always doing that.”Doing what? Making grown men jack off? “Always doing what?””Always interrupting private stuff. Like with my mom and dad.” Shelooked terribly glum. “You walked in on them in bed?””They weren’t in bed – they were in front of the fireplace and I justwanted to get my Tiger Beat that I’d left on the TV set and I walked inand saw them…. doing it. Sort of.””Oh.” Sort of? How can you do it `sort of’?”Anyway, my dad got really mad and told me I was a peeking tom and momgot even madder and wouldn’t talk to me.” Her face dropped from glum topositively sad and I felt truly sorry for her, though her reference to`peeking tom’ was cute enough to make me smile a little. “Well, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t know.””Another time,” she continued, almost ignoring me, “was with Jenny, ourold babysitter. I came downstairs late because I forgot to take myvitamin B for flea bites and I saw her with this boy… on the stairs. I had never seen the boy before, but they were doing stuff and they gotreally mad too. They made me promise not to tell or they’d tell myparents I was touching myself or something. I was scared already. Iwouldn’t have told.”She looked at me, a sort of pleading in her eyes. “I’m not trying tosee anything. It just keeps happening to me. Don’t be mad, OK?” Therewas a tear running down her left cheek. Amazement turned to relief. She was more concerned with what I mightsay to her parents – she had not even considered saying anythingherself. I stepped over to her and put an arm around her shoulder. “I’m not mad, Kelli. Not at all. It was not anyone’s fault; just amistake. I’m sorry I made you sad and made you think about those othertimes. Why don’t we just forget about it?”She smiled. “Thanks Mr. Freeman.””Call me Hank.”She blushed a little, then all of a sudden gave me a very womanly look. “Thanks, Hank.””No problem. Good night.”I started to leave, and had gotten to the door when she asked me: “Can Iask you a sort of personal question, Hank?”I turned. She was still sitting at the window seat, but had turned toface the room. The straps on the dress and slipped back, and theneckline hung low on her. I could see the lacy trim of her bra abovethe scoop, and could see the tops of her breasts rising out of theone-size-too-small cups. I sat on the floor near the door and broughtmy knees up, looking casual but hiding my rekindled erection. “Shoot,” I said, trying to sound totally at ease. “Well, um. I was wondering… Well, if you don’t want to tell me it’sOK, but…””Ask away, Kelli. You’ve seen everything I have to hide already.”She laughed embarrassedly into her hand. “Um, well. I have seen aguy’s… thing… three times. And, well, I just wondered how comewhen you wear pants it doesn’t, like, show. Like a tent. You know… poke out, like…”She thought men were in a perpetual state of erection since she’d onlyseen dicks when they were hard. Sorry to have to break the bad news toyou k**… “Well,” I said, “a man is not always hard. Most of the time it justsort of… hangs there.”She giggled. “Oh. Really? Well, then… but… uh… I don’t know. I mean, how does it… um….” She obviously wanted to know what mademen hard, but was too shy to ask. I held up my hand. “It’s like this. When a guy gets aroused – sexuallyexcited, like when your babysitter and her boyfriend were fooling aroundon the stairs – then the guy gets hard, like you saw.””It… _get’s_ hard?””Sure. Just sort of swells up and gets really stiff. Don’t they teachyou this stuff in health class?”She shook her head. “Your parents have to sign a thing, and my momwouldn’t. Well, I think maybe she lost it. So, does it hurt when it’slike that?”This was strange – this beautiful little girl was asking me intimatedetails about my cock. If it were an older girl I was having such aconversation with, I would have assumed we were in for some action; Ihad to remind myself that this one was only a k**. “No. Not really. It’s very sensitive, though. Like when your leg goes to sleep and isjust waking up, you feel everything like little tingles?””Yeah, that’s a weird feeling,” she nodded her head. “Well, that’s sort of the feeling, but nicer.”There was a very heavy silence for a moment, as she turned away, thenback to face me, then away again. Finally, she said “so my dad gotexcited because my mom had his thing in her mouth.” Ah, so that wasdoing it `sort of.’ “And that boy was excited from putting his thing upagainst Jenny’s poochy…””Poochy?””You know. Down there.””Oh. You mean pussy.””Oh? OK, well… pussy.” She blushed a deep red. My rising bonerjumped a bit at hearing her say that word. “Anyway, so um, so why didyou? Get excited I mean. Was it that TV show with the naked vampirelady?”This was a key moment. I did not want to lie to her, but I did not wantto scare her either. I had avoided a major possible disaster, and itwas not a good time to plunge back in. “No. And I don’t think weshould talk about this anymore, Kelli.” I got up and turned to the door. She rose, panic in her voice. “Did I say something bad? I’m sorry. Iwas just curious. Don’t be mad…”Over my shoulder, against my better judgement, I said “It kaçak iddaa was you,Kelli. I saw you changing clothes in the glass fireplace door. That’swhat made me hard. I’m not mad.” I closed the door and walkeddownstairs. CH 4 – IN THE TV ROOMDown in the TV room I sat and concentrated, willing my dick to soften. I did not dare try and relieve myself, though I considered going to thebathroom and locking the door. The feelings I was having were heavilyconflicted; I was still fighting that 50/50 battle between my adult,rational resistance toward the idea of sex with such a young c***d, andmy feisty, horny desire to see and explore her naked body. I sat therein the overstuffed easy chair, watching an interview with Dudley Mooreand fidgeting. Again, she stole into the room unnoticed. This was the girl thatthumped and wrestled around the house with her brother? She couldreally be quiet when she wanted to be. “Hank?”I almost jumped out of my chair – she had crept up to within a few feetof me, just off to my left, totally silent. “Ah! Oh, Jesus Kelli, youscared the shit out of me…””Sorry. I just came down cause I don’t want you to be mad at me.” Isensed that this was not totally true – she did not have that sad lookshe had before. There was a strange mischief in her eyes. “I’m not mad. I told you that – I just did not think we should keeptalking about… sexual things.””Why not?””What do you think your parents would say? I’m a grown man, and you’re almost u******e. If they thought…” I stopped myself. She was asking me to talk, not to fuck. What was I assuming here? This was a 16 year oldgirl, even though she looked older. Her face was a confused puzzle. She looked curious, unsure, a littlescared, a little sad. And a little excited. I patted the chair next to me, on my right. “OK. Sit. If you havequestions, I’ll answer them. But you absolutely have to promise thatthis conversation will stay between the two of us.””I swear,” she said, solemnly. She crossed in front of me to the chair,and I thought I noticed something different about the way she looked,but I could not place it. She sat down, her face fairly glowing withthe conspiratorial quality of the moment. To her, we were like k**swhispering under a blanket. “What did you want to ask me?””Well. It’s just that…. you said you got…. you got…” She wasnervous again. “Hard,” I prompted. “Yeah. You said you got hard because you saw me changing my clothes inthe glass door. That was a dirty trick, you know.” She smiled a little,like a k** playing a game. But it was forced. “I’m sorry,” I said, seriously, and her smile vanished. “It _was_ adirty trick. People have a right to privacy. I should have turned myhead.””Oh. That’s OK. But why would that make you get hard? I mean, I’m justa k**.”I smiled and leaned forward a bit in my chair. She leaned too, Isuppose because she thought she was supposed to, and I noticed then whatthat difference was in her appearance. She’d taken off her bra. Through the low scoop in that black dress I could see most of the curveof her right breast, and even the edge of her nipple, which was pink andperfect. I shifted in my chair, feeling my cock rise, and tried toconcentrate on my hands as I spoke. “You have not looked in the mirror lately, have you? You’re no k**.” Itwas true. She could pass for 19 easily. “They still treat me like one. I can’t go on dates, I can’t stay outlate, I can’t even watch R rated movies on HBO. It’s stupid.””Well, your folks are used to thinking of you as a c***d. I’m not. Ican see you for what you are. A beautiful young woman.”I looked up, but she had turned her face away, obviously embarrassed. “But why? Why did looking at me…” she drifted off. After a moment ofsilence, she turned back to face me. Her face was bright with nervousexcitement. It was as if she had hoped someone would notice her, andsomeone finally had. And now she was not sure how to feel about it. “Why?” I said. “Well, it is very simple, actually. When a man sees abeautiful woman’s body, part of his brain automatically responds,sending signals to his…””Oh, I know that. I mean, I figured that out from what you said before. But why me?””I told you. You have a lovely body, Kelli. When I peeked, I got hard. It was not the first time either.””Oh?” She looked surprised and a little pleased. “When else?””When you fell down the stairs last time I was here and I helped youwith your knee.””I remember. But I didn’t take my clothes off then.””No. But I saw your panties, and… well, that area. It had a similareffect.””Really.” That mischievous look was back, and something in her smiletold me that she was pretty happy at the notion of having so muchcontrol over an adult. She was realizing the effect she could have,whenever she wanted to. “So, um, are you hard now?” She was examiningher fingernails closely, trying to appear casual, as though the questionwas purely conversational. “No,” I lied. In fact, I was about 40% hard, and rose to about 50% atthe question. With one deft motion, and without any warning, she slipped her shoulderstraps down and the top of the dress slid down to her waist. I think Igasped a little: there she was, stripped to the waist. Her youngbreasts, bigger than a handful on each side, stood pale and proud inthe warm light of the TV room. Her rosy pink nipples were perfect, andhad been pressed flat by the dress. They were not erect, but herbreathing, shallow and quick, told me she was excited, or scared, orboth. Her smile was quivering, her gaze steady. I wanted to touch her so badly. My dick had sprung stiff and straightas a steel beam. Her titties looked so inviting, and I could not tearmy gaze away from those nipples. “Kelli,” I whispered. “This is reallynot a good idea…””But does it make you hard?” she asked, her voice strangely gentle. “Imean, is this enough to do that, or do you need to see my poochy too? Mypussy, I mean.”My hands were shaking. For some reason, I glanced at the clock – it was9:30. Her parents would not be home until midnight or 1:00am. I couldnot leave. I could not stay. I wanted to see her little pussy morethan I wanted to take another breath. I wanted to run from the room. Idid not know what to do. Some sort of instinct had taken over in Kelli. There was no way sheknew 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 theclock, terrified that I was about to come in my pants. She stood,walked into my field of vision, blocking my view of the clock, anddropped her dress to the floor. No panties either. When I had glanced at her panties before I had seen little hairs pokingout from around the elastic. Now I could now find them. She had alittle swirl of pubic hair, like the curl on a kewpie doll’s head, highon her venus mound, then a space of bare skin, then the beginnings ofher pussy folds, just barely visible as she stood. Nothing more. Heryoung thighs fit smoothly together as she stood, heels together, handsbehind her back. I stared – what else could I do? She was my every wetdream come true. It was like she was waiting to be inspected, approved. Touched, maybe. Maybe. “What about now?” she said so quietly that I would not have heard if mynervous system had not been running on overdrive. “Are you hard now?””Yes,” I croaked. I could not seem to move. My desire for her creptinto my muscles, my nerves. Even my eyelids began to tingle. I beganto realize that I was losing control. “Can I see?” I looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly open, herbreath coming rapidly. Her skin had flushed. She was scared, but shereally wanted to see. What could I do? I’m only human. Without a word I leaned back in my chair, lowered my zipper and drew mymanhood from my pants. It stood absolutely stiff, throbbing with mypulse. I could not believe I was doing this. But there she was, and Icould not stop myself. “It’s moving,” she said, her voice a whisper. She bit her lower lip,surely not realizing how sexy that looked, and took a half step closer. “With my heartbeat,” I said, my voice much calmer than I was. A littledrop of precum oozed from the slit, and her eyes opened wide. “What’s that?””Just another sign that you’re turning me on, Kelli,” I said. Themoment 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. u*********sly, her index finger traced a line along her hip, and I knewshe was getting turned on too, even if she did not know it. After what seemed like hours, I said “you can touch it if you want to.”I could not believe I had said it. My mouth was dry, and the back of myhead started to itch. She took another step, then reached forward awkwardly, her fingerscoming within a fraction of an inch of my cock. “It’s all right?” sheasked, still whispering. “No, it’s not all right. But I don’t mind.”Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real recognition. Wewere doing something `naughty’ – but she wanted to. She took my cock inher hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, and slid to her kneesbefore me. Her young breasts flattened against the insides of my thighs. Her hand was warm and soft, and almost by instinct she gently jackedthe shaft, sliding my taut skin over the firm muscle of my dick. Precum dribbled out and rolled down over her thumb. She smiled, hereyes twinkling. “Is this right? Something came out… Did I do that?” Her enthusiasmand interest was so insanely sexy. “That’s fine – yes, you made that come out. It’s…. uh….. precumfluid. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come for real.” I wasclose, so close, but trying to hold back. She slowed her stokes to almost nothing. “What’s that mean?””White stuff will come out – a whole lot of it. It’s called semen.””My mom had some stuff like that on her face when I saw them doing it. Is that what will happen if I put it in my mouth?” She almost giggled,then bit her lip again. She was talking about sucking me off in thesame tone she might have used to discuss barbie dolls or the latestalbum from her favourite pop singer. I felt like my brain was going tomelt. “Yes, it sure will. Do you want to put it in your mouth?” Please, ohplease, my mind screamed. I no longer cared about much of anythingexcept her mouth and her pussy and what they would feel like around mycock. Looking back I can see I was shamelessly leading her on, but atthe time I was simply lost to the passion of the moment. She nodded, opened her lips, and leaned forward. For the rest of my life I will remember that moment. It was simple athing – my dick slid into her mouth, and I could feel her lips, hertongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth. She took it about a third ofthe way down, then slid it back out and looked at the wet shaft. Sheknew nothing about sucking a cock, of course, and had merely taken me inand slid me back out. But it was perfect. “Should I do it again?” sheasked, grinning. “Yes,” I said, barely able to speak. “Leave it in, then bob your headup and down. Lick and suck. Like a popsicle. Just like a popsicle.”She must have eaten a lot of popsicles in her life, because she tookright kaçak bahis to it once I gave her that analogy. She sucked, actually suckedat the skin as she slid my cock into and out of her mouth, like it wasgiving her a flavour, which I suppose it was. She would lick up and downthe shaft, fervently, like she was catching the drips of a meltingtreat, which I also suppose she was. She kept her teeth away, as you dowhen you are eating a popsicle, to keep from getting them too cold. Sheslurped and licked and bobbed her head, sucking my cock with energy andenthusiasm. It was a perfect heaven. I felt my come rising. “It’s c-coming, Kelli. Swallow as m-much as you can.”She lifted her mouth to say “OK,” just as the first spurt came, itleaped up and hit her in the chin. She giggled like a k** playing witha kitten and quickly took my cock back into her mouth and began suckingand swallowing. Her eyes were looking up into mine, questioning… Isthis OK, Hank? Am I sucking it right? Her throat gulped with every pulseof my cock as she, incredibly, swallowed every drop of my come. I felt as if the world had fallen away, and there was nothing but sheand I, suspended in that easy chair, my cock in her sweet little mouth. She kept my cock in her mouth as it shrank, then grew again almostimmediately. She was very excited about having felt that. She drew hermouth away, smiling, the come glistening on her chin and chest. “It got small again, then grew in my mouth, Hank!””Yes. After a man comes he usually shrinks back to normal size for awhile.” I smiled to myself. “Usually it takes 15 minutes to a half anhour before it can get hard again.” My dick was stiff and pulsing asthough I had not come at all. I was amazed. “But you got hard right away.” She spoke with the admiration a petstudent saves for her favourite teacher. “That’s cause you’re good atsex, isn’t it?” She nodded to herself. “Not really. I’m just normal. It’s you that made the difference. Seeing you, feeling you, it makes my body respond so strongly that I gothard right away. That’s never happened to me before.””Really?” She stood, looked down at herself, then looked at my hardcock. “I did that?””Yes.” I wanted to fuck her so badly that I had to think very hard, toconcentrate on jail cells and courtrooms, to say “if you want to stopnow we can, Kelli. You know this is really bad, what we’re doing. Icould get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out. I could go tojail.””I don’t want to stop,” she said, seriously, but serious in thatc***dlike way that is almost funny. “And I won’t tell anyone. Maybe weshould go to my room. We can lock the door.” She smiled, but there wasa kind of lust in the smile. CH 5 – STAIRWAY TO HEAVENI 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 thesteps. I thought back to the time I had seen her and Jeff playing onthese stairs, and how different things were now. For some reason, thismade me even harder. I also began to be concerned about Jeff. Here his sister was runningnaked up the stairs, followed by Hank with his dick sticking out of hispants. Before I had time to really think through what I would do if hepopped out of his door we were in Kelli’s room again, and she wasclosing her curtains. “We should lock the door,” she said, and motioned behind me. I realizedthat I was standing up against the closed door, blocking access to thelock. What a strange feeling – I was scared, as though she was theexperienced adult and I was the virgin. My cock throbbed and fairlyhummed with excitement, but the rest of me was not so sure. But then she sat down on her bed, smoothed out the wrinkled sheets, andlaid back, reclining against her pillow. The sight of that tuft ofpussy hair and those womanly breasts made me give in. I reached behindme and flipped the lock. Then I doffed my clothing as quick as I couldand stepped over to the bed. She reached out and began to stroke my cock again, her lying on her sideon the bed, me standing next to the pillows. “What do I do now?” shesaid. “Should I put you in my mouth again?”I reached down to stroke her pretty hair. “Just lie back and spreadyour legs,” I said, trying not to sound too frantic. She smiled andcomplied, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide apart. I stepped to the foot of the bed and laid down on my stomach, my lowerlegs hanging in mid air. Her pussy was wide open to me – so pink andwet and tiny. I stroked at her thighs with my fingernails and shegiggled. She kept giggling until my fingers found the folds of herlabia and began to stroke them. Then she began to moan in a thin, highwhisper. I lowered my face to her little slit and began to lick and suck herpussy lips. Her reaction was strongly frightened at first, her eyeswild and her hands moving to cover her breasts. But as my licks beganto strumm against her clit more and more she eased, opened, and began toget into it. Soon her hips were rocking slightly and her small handswere rubbing her nipples, which were fully erect. I began to tongue her seriously, and let my finger probe her pussygently, exploring the extent of her virginity. Her moans dropped intoa lower register as my finger dipped into her hole. About knuckle deepI felt some thin tissue blocking my progress, and I knew I had hit herhymen. My dick surged as my finger diddled her pussy, almost as thoughthe finger was telling the dick what it was in for. She was very close to coming now, but I know how to prolong an orgasm,and I kept her at a plateau for a good while. I looked up at her faceand chest as I pulled my face away from her pussy and let my thumb andfinger keep her hot for a moment. She was never more lovely. Herangelic face was bathed in the soft light of her desk lamp, her eyeswere closed and her lips were slightly, slightly parted. Her face wasframed by the soft curls of her hair, the ends of which were slightlybeaded with sweat. Her nipples were erect, so much so that most of thepink areolas were now part of the rising nipples. Her breasts hadswelled to a full roundness, and there were tiny, almost delicate beadsof sweat on her chest and shoulders. I moved up and knelt between her thighs, my hard dick aching now for hercunt. As I started to run the head of my cock against her slit her eyespopped open and she bit her lower lip. “Oh! I’m scared, Hank,” she whispered, grabbing my hand. “I know. We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said, but at thatmoment I started rubbing her clit directly with my cockhead. If she hadsaid no, I would have stopped, but I might have gone mad. But she responded immediately to the direct stimulation of her clit. “Uhh. Umm. No, I want to, I want to. Put it in. But please don’thurt me.” She was talking in a dreamy voice now, on the verge of herfirst orgasm, her hands opening and closing, her eyes rolling, her hipschurning. I pressed the head of my cock up against her hole and moved my thumbback to her clit, stroking, stroking. The hole was intensely tight – Ihad only fucked a virgin once before, but Kelli was twice as tight asshe had been. Or I was a lot bigger now than when I was 17. Anyway,the head of my cock popped in after a little coaxing, and though sheshuddered a little, she did not seem to feel great pain. I began to slip the head in and out, no more than an inch deep, while mythumb continued to do its magic. I began to suck on her hard nipples,one then the other, as just the head of my cock slid in and out of herpussy. She was making a tiny little “uff” noise on every in stroke now,and I began to gradually, very gradually increase the depth. The feeling of her young cunt was indescrible. She was so tight thatonce I had two inches in her, her pussy formed a kind of suction. Therewas no room for any air to get in, her pussy walls were wrapped so tightaround my cockshaft, and once the air was forced out I found it hard towithdraw more than half of the length I had in. It was like her bodywas sucking me in, drawing me into the hot, wet, tightness of hervagina. Presently I found my dickhead pressing on her hymen. It gave slightly,but did not break. “Kelli,” I said, but she only moaned. “Kelli, this part will hurt abit. The first time you do this, it does, then it never does again. Don’t be afraid.” My heart was racing, my breath short and quick, butsomehow I managed to sound reassuring. “If you want to stop, say so,honey.”Her eyes opened, still dreamy, and she smiled a sort of drunken smile. “Do it to me,” she said, her voice 10 years older than it had beenbefore. I began to rub her clit as fast as I could, and felt her edging over theplateau. When I felt her thighs begin to twitch and heard her breathdrawn in sharply, I knew she was coming, and I pressed past her hymen,breaking it with one stroke. The pain must have been intense – her face grimaced sharply – but herorgasm quickly covered it with pleasure, as I hoped it would. Shesighed greatly, and I felt the flood of her first come filling her pussyand lubricating everything. My cock began to slide in and out like awell-oiled piston, her tight pussy gripping it and sucking it. Thesensation was pure madness. I was fucking a goddess, my mind reeling,almost passing out. She was whining now, a whine of pleasure, matchingthe rhythm of my strokes, and I found myself making a low, gutturalnoise as my come began to rise. She was still coming, her pussy still pulsing and her hips stillshifting from side to side. I knew I was gong to come any minute. All at once I flipped us over so that she was astride me, and I waslaying on my back. I grabbed her hips and began lifting her again andagain until she got the idea and started fucking herself on me. Finally, I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, grabbed onto her ass,and pulled her down, sinking deeply into her cunt as I came. I felt as though my whole essence was pouring into her. I came in fiveor six long, wonderful spasms. Then I put my arms around her and pulledher into an embrace, my cock still inside her. I felt her tearsdropping on my neck as I buried my face in her hair. Or perhaps theywere my own. We laid like that for some time, and she slept. She awoke at around 11:00, just as I was thinking we’d better getcleaned up in case her parents came home early. Her mouth was at my earas we embraced, so she whispered: “Oh, Hank. I wish we could do itagain right now.””Your parents will be home soon.””I know. And also I might get pregnant.””No. I’ve had a vasectomy.” She turned her head slightly, as if to askwhat that was. “I had a very minor operation so I can’t make babies.”I felt her cheek rise against mine as she smiled. “So we can do it asmuch as we want?”I began to think about possible futures. Kelli in various beds. Orperhaps me in various jails. My dick in Kelli’s pussy. Or perhaps somesleazy convict’s dick up my ass; c***d m*****ers fair badly in prisons. Well, you takes your chances, as the man said. “Yes, but we have to be careful. And it must always be our secret.” Itried to sound as definite as I could. She sat up on me, my cock still inside her pussy, her tits rising in asigh. “Nobody will know, Hank. I swear to god. I’ll never tell.””OK, I trust you,” I said, and I smiled. She smiled back, and moved her hips just a little. My cock began togrow within her. “Maybe we have a little time left” she said, and Ifelt her cunt respond to my rising dick with a warm squeeze. I had to agree.

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