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By Kiarra
Girl Number Two: Kailyn was as opposite from Brittany as two people could be: WASP through and through, Kailyn was towheaded, fair-skinned and well shaped for her 14 years. Closer to 15, really, she’d already developed fair-sized breasts, amazingly soft and spongy to the touch. Her unusually narrow waist set off her developing hips just a bit too much, in my opinion; but that didn’t make her any less sexy. Apparently, her father thought so, too, but I was convinced he was fucking this girl. She cringed in obvious fear every time she heard his voice, cross or not. I constantly caught her rubbing her crotch, but in a manner that suggested she was in pain. Another hint lay in the fact that she was always asking me for hugs. I built Kailyn’s trust slowly; gently caressing non-sensual parts of her body anytime she was within arm’s reach. Of course, Kailyn was very ticklish, so I had to rub just hard enough to avoid making her jump through the ceiling. One afternoon, she and Lori were watching something on TV when Kailyn spread herself across my lap, face down, and asked softly for a backrub. With one hand (the other held my drink), I massaged just hard enough to work out the kinks in her young muscles, and she melted into my lap, the warmth almost radiant. Working ever so slowly, I slipped one narrow strap of her blouse over Kailyn’s shoulder, and rubbed there.
Her heart seemed to pound for a moment, then slowed again. Gently pinching the span between her shoulder and neck, I worked gradually to her hairline, easing some more tension and bringing a soft moan from her lips. The other shoulder strap soon followed its twin, and I made it slowly to Kailyn’s upper back, skin-on-skin. By now, she was downright hot to the touch, and enjoying every squeeze of my fingers. Slowly, I pushed her blouse toward her waist; soon, she pushed it herself the rest of the way. Leaning forward, I put my drink on the table, and began to rub with both hands. Kailyn jumped, squealing that my hand was cold! (Oops!)
Apologizing, I rubbed my hands together until they felt warm, and I resumed my ministrations. Lori had heard the squeal and came over to us, asking why Kailyn’s shirt was almost off. I explained that backrubs usually feel better without clothing in the way, and asked her if it was okay to massage her friend. “Only if I get one, too,” she replied, then returned to her TV program. Yup. Too smart for my own good. (Yes, she got a backrub later.) I had never seen Kailyn more relaxed; in fact, I thought she’d fallen asleep. Gently tickling her ribs made her jump and roll halfway away from me, complaining (with a big smile), “Don’t do that!” I smiled back, and noticed that her growing chest was exposed for me to see. “Wow,” I said, “you’re really becoming quite the young lady already. They’re beautiful,” I added, hoping the compliment would stop her from rolling back over. “Thanks,” she said with a giggle and an honest smile, and no trace of modesty.
As if answering my unspoken desire, she turned the rest of the way onto her back, and began watching whatever it was Lori was watching. By then, I’d long since stopped paying attention to the TV. You could hold a gun to my head right now, and I wouldn’t remember what was on. Kailyn’s seeming invitation notwithstanding, I was not about to move too fast, and break her trust. I began a gentle, one-handed massage of her belly. She did not complain when I brushed above her ribcage, so I kept moving very slowly upwards. Her breathing did quicken a bit, however, when I ran my hand up her breastbone between two juicy globelets. Geez, even I felt an electric charge as my thumb passed within about an inch of her swelling areola. Her head turned from the television to face straight up, and her eyes closed. Without any doubt, now, I had her permission to proceed. Rubbing just hard enough to avoid tickling her, I crossed from breastlet to shoulder to the other side, trying not to pay too much attention to the buds alone. Her tiny nipples distended just enough to scratch my palm slightly each time I made a pass. Kailyn’s chest rose and fell rapidly now, excited by my touch.
“Why is your dick hard?” Why, indeed, I thought. She was not alone in her new journey to pleasure: My penis was throbbing, and poking Kailyn in the back. “Well,” I answered, choosing my words carefully, “when a beautiful girl enjoys being with me…” It was then I noticed her use of language: A boy’s name for his penis. “My ‘dick’,” I finished, “enjoys her company, too.” Staring straight into mine, Kailyn’s eyes betrayed her terror — sheer terror, it seemed — but she made no effort to move. I smiled. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” The fourteen-year-old actually looked puzzled, as if she’d never been given that option before. Considering the circumstances just for a moment, she smiled, reached up for a long hug, and laid back down over my lap, and the throbbing meat in the middle. As I resumed my gentle caress upon her young chest, my hands reveling in the silken, marshmallowy texture below them, I decided I’d take things no further than that just yet.
Kailyn was back the next day, wearing a one-piece bathing suit that showed off her pre-womanly charms all too well. For a while, she mostly ignored me, playing games with Lori instead. Every now and again, though, she’d look at me and smile sweetly. I wondered for a moment if she was testing my promise that I wouldn’t force her into anything. Perhaps so; it took more than an hour of playtime before Kailyn approached me. When she did, however, she asked again for a backrub. “Absolutely,” I responded, and Kailyn immediately pulled the straps of her suit down over her shoulders, exposing her young buds to me yet again, before settling across my lap. This time, my cock responded almost immediately; and, this time, Kailyn was more forward. Sliding slightly off my lap, the almost-15-year-old moved one hand up to my knee and the other to my hip, allowing my pulsing manhood to touch her arm through the material of my shorts, loose enough to allow my nearly-seven-inch erection to stand almost straight up.
She stared at the bulge for the longest time as my hands worked the muscles in her young back, and then reached almost under the bathing suit to the very edge of her round bottom. As if getting the hint, Kailyn used both hands to pull her suit down over her soft cheeks. As her hands moved back up, one rested quite obviously next to my hard-on. If I wasn’t experienced with preteen pussy already — if only barely — I might’ve come right there. I decided to take something of a lead for a moment, and reached toward the leg of my shorts, pulling them up to expose myself, so erect I almost hurt. Leaving the next step to her, my hands then found their way back to the softness of her young ass, and I kneaded her cheeks firmly.
For a while, Kailyn continued to do no more than stare at my prick. Slowly, she moved her hand to my balls and tested them, as if truly exploring a man’s sex for the first time. She tickled and hefted them, comparing the size of each with the other, and my engorged cock truly was in pain by the time she finally allowed her fingertips to explore the shaft. I almost jumped when her tongue replaced her fingers on the wrinkled skin of my scrotum. Kailyn was very slow, as if pushing herself to take each step. Like licking an ice cream cone, her tongue traced a line straight up the shaft to the head of my cock. There was no flicking of the tongue, like a more experienced woman would do, but a gentle trail straight from one point to the other.
Nevertheless, since this is the most sensitive part of my penis, it was nearly electric. It took everything I had not to shove Kailyn off of me when I noticed to my horror that Lori was watching intently. Putting my finger to my lips, I urged her silence, and motioned that everything was okay. Lori complied, clearly fascinated. (Later, I told my daughter that Kailyn sometimes acted as if an adult she knew was forcing her to do sex things — the basic facts of life were explained to Lori already, so she knew what “sex things” were — and I wanted to give her friend the chance to try it at her own pace. Naturally, I also mentioned that adults and teenagers aren’t really supposed to do it even if they want to, so I was risking a lot of trouble. Lori said she understood, and bounded off to play.) Kailyn continued to use her tongue tentatively, as if she were afraid of what my penis might do otherwise. I used my fingers to point my hard cock straight at her, and she licked the tip in much the same way. “I’ll bet it’ll fit nicely into your mouth,” I offered. “Okay, but don’t push,” she said. Ah ha. Got it, I said to myself.
Allowing only the head to slide in at first, her tentative lips moved back and forth only a little. When I didn’t prod her any further, she decided I was good to my word, and let a little more slide in. Soon, her tongue was getting into the act; no doubt the result of someone’s previous instructions. That was all I could take. “I’m going to squirt some stuff, sweetie,” I warned. She stopped moving and began to jack me off with her hand, the head of my penis still inside her mouth, once again as if those were her orders. “You can keep moving your mouth if you want,” I suggested, and she smiled, moved her hand away, and resumed sucking. “There’s a lot… get ready… YEAH!” I almost screamed, as orgasm took over my body. My first squirt was powerful, and she almost choked. Kailyn held her breath and moved back and forth in shorter strides, taking not much more than the head past her lips.
Pumping repeatedly, I was sure her mouth must’ve been full, but nothing leaked out. She looked into my eyes, and hers were smiling. When finally I stopped ejaculating, Kailyn swallowed and gave me a huge smile. “Wow, that’s a lot nicer than Da– um, I mean my, uh, you, that tastes really good!” I wasn’t so drained that my face didn’t show my surprise. Ignoring what she ALMOST said, I asked, “Really? You like that?” Of course, I’d never tasted my own cum; neither had my wife, for that matter — not much into that sort of thing. “Yeah, that’s good!” she finished. I looked over to where Lori had been sitting. Seeing nothing exciting, apparently, she’d gone back to her toys. “Kailyn,” I asked, “may I do the same for you?”
Uncertainty gave way to mild enthusiasm. “Um… okay.” Leaning to my side to lie on the couch, I motioned Kailyn on top of me. It took a few moments for her to get the idea; clearly, no one had done this for her before. With a throw pillow under my head and her pretty little cheeks pointing straight up into the air, I let my tongue make its first contact with Kailyn’s soft vulva. Not surprisingly, she jumped, squealing like a teenage girl after a poke to the ribs. “I know, it tickles a bit,” I said, “but you’ll get used to it.” She settled back down, and my tongue resumed its journey into this forbidden fruit. The more I tasted, the more Kailyn melted, and soon she was purring over my reawakening cock, kissing and licking it to full staff once again. I began eating her with a little more enthusiasm, and she took my cock back into her mouth, sucking down more than half.
That forced me to crane my neck toward her sex somewhat, but I wasn’t complaining. Seconds later, I felt that familiar twitch in her legs, and she screamed through her nose as her body stiffened; jerking hard, then stopping, then jerking hard again, on-again off-again, releasing delicious juices until she literally collapsed, accidentally shoving my cock all the way into her throat. The weirdest thing happened then: I felt Kailyn choke once, then her breathing returned to a ragged-but-regular pace, with my cock still past her gullet! She was breathing fine, so I let her come back to Earth for a couple of minutes. “Kailyn,” I began when her breathing was near normal, “did you know my dick is all the way down your throat?” She slid it out completely, then slid it all the way back in. “Wow, I can do that?” she asked, proud of herself. “Yeah,” I said, “and you’ll probably make me come again if you keep sucking it like that!” I think she said “Cool!” before I disappeared into her throat again, well on my way to feeding my load to my new little lover for a second time. ~~
For the next couple of weeks, every time Kailyn came over, either she brought another friend with her or my wife was awake. We weren’t able to do anything else for a while. I did notice something, however: Kailyn hadn’t been rubbing her crotch in pain lately. I found out why soon afterwards: Kailyn lived about a block away, but her grandparents were right across the street from our house. She stayed there as often as her father would let her. ~~
Kailyn came over one afternoon when my wife and our daughter were seeing the pediatrician for a routine appointment. Her timing was perfect; since we had only one car at the time, my family would not be home until I picked them up. As luck would have it, though, Kailyn wouldn’t let me touch her soft pubes that day. She was too sore, she said. She did, on the other hand, want to suck me again, and I leaned back to let her go to work. Lifting my shorts, Kailyn noticed that I’d only begun to stir at the thought of another wonderful blowjob from this little lady, and I fought to keep from getting hard too fast. She caressed the blood-filled tube gently with her whole hand, feeling the soft skin before the shaft had the chance to thicken. “Why isn’t it getting hard?” she asked. “I’m trying not to,” I answered, “because you looked like you wanted to touch it while it was soft.” Kailyn smiled, leaned over, and took all four inches or so of soft cock into her mouth.
Using a technique she’d already learned from someone at whom I could wage a fair guess, she tickled the underside of my cock with her tongue, and I could no longer fight off my erection. As my blood pumped southward, engorging my penis, Kailyn gagged for one brief instant as the growing head passed the threshold to her throat, but she held fast. Soon, an intense hard- on was obvious only by the widened “O” of her lips. “Whoa, damn,” I breathed. “You’re good!” Still tracing the underside with her tongue, Kailyn backed slowly off of my throbbing meat until it nearly popped from her mouth, then slid back down just as slowly until my pubic hair tickled her nose. Growing weak from the sheer perfection of the feeling, I let my head fall back into my easy chair and reveled in the pleasure of this nine-year-old’s mouth. To this moment, I can’t quite describe it. How do you put into words what feels almost like silk, if silk could be hot and wet and slippery? Even that scarcely does it justice. With every stroke, Kailyn took it all as if looking for more, where I had no more to give.
A slow boil began from somewhere seemingly beneath me, and I regained my senses long enough to find out just how nasty she really could be. “Open your mouth,” I commanded gently, and she obliged. “Show me your tongue.” Almost the moment I saw the pink wetness, I began to squirt, so hard that the first shot missed her tongue entirely and landed in her throat. Each jet that followed had better aim, covering her little tongue until the pink was almost gone. Kailyn’s eyes were fixed on mine, as if deriving pleasure from my pleasure; the corners of her mouth were turned up in a slight smile. Admiring my handiwork, I kidded that it was a shame we were out of film, otherwise I could take a really naughty picture. Kailyn snorted slightly with laughter, and I asked, “Would you like to swallow all that hot stuff?” I asked.
She nodded. I smiled. “Eat it all up.” All patience gone, Kailyn’s tongue was back in her mouth in a flash, and she swallowed what must have been at least a tablespoon of my cum. Suddenly, the “teen girl” was back as she jumped up and into my lap, hugging me as tightly as she could. A few minutes later, I fucked up. ~~ “You know,” I started, “you have a talent most grown-up women will never have. And, when YOU’RE the one who gets to say yes or no, you really love to show it.” Kailyn smiled uncertainly. “I only wish,” I continued, “that your father could understand that.” In an instant, tears were flooding her eyes, and she let go, sobbing uncontrollably into my shoulder.
I held her tightly, my arms jerking with her sobs, until finally she got it all out. “I’m sorry,” I repeated, I don’t know how many times. When finally Kailyn looked at me again, her eyes red and puffy, she said, “How did you know?” “You always act like you want to hide from him, and your little pussy always hurts, doesn’t it?” She nodded. “Kailyn, sweetie, YOU have the power, not him,” I said. The 14-year-old’s tears welled up again as she interrupted me. “I don’t want my daddy to go away,” she wailed. “I know,” I tried to soothe her as best I could, “but you don’t want him to hurt you, either, right? Sometimes we have to make a choice. “Kailyn, listen to me: The choice is yours, not his. Remember that.” ~~
It was weird watching Kailyn on the videotape at my trial last year. 15, and beautiful, she was not cooperating with the unseen interviewers at first, until someone lied to her. “We don’t want to put him in trouble,” said the female voice, “we just want to get him the help he needs. Don’t think Hal is better than your father just because he didn’t force you. He took advantage of the fact that you were hurt so much, and used you for his own pleasure.” (Well, okay, that’s not entirely untrue. At least I admit it…) “Help us,” continued the disembodied voice, “help him. Please?” Kailyn then opened up, relating much the same story you’ve just read, until she interrupted herself. “Wait, that’s what you people said about my father, too!”
She then started to deny everything, and the tape went black. When my attorney finally tracked her down, she was living at a home for teens, in therapy and drug diversion. “Tell him ‘I’m sorry’,” was all she said. It’s a good thing I’m in here, I suppose; if I ever find the person who raped her emotionally, I’ll… well, I guess my sentence would be about the same, huh? Then again, some of you no doubt will argue that the “rapist” stares back at me from the mirror. You know what? I’m not completely sure you’d be wrong. Oh– before I forget, if you’re wondering about her father, he’s already back on the outside.
As far as I know, he’s never seen her again. Good thing… ~~
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By Kiarra
#Abuse #Interracial #Mature #Teen #Voyeur
